Growing up in the 50's and 60's
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I was born on the 8th. March 1948, less than four years after the end of WW2 in which my Father served in North Africa and Italy (a Desert Rat).
Opposite was a little shop owned by the Arlett's, who later that year became my Godparents, which was more the done thing in those days.
I can recall a few little snip bits of the 40's. I'm sure I remember learning to walk across the Sitting Room floor to huge applause from my Parents and also my Mother going around singing 'Love and Marriage', a big hit of that time.
But it's around the Coronation of 1952 that glimpses become clearer memories.
We had a long garden set out in true post war fashion; out the back into a neatly set out lawn with flowerbeds, then a hedge with the Vegetable Garden down the bottom.
Every Thursday was a day out to Tonbridge to visit my Grandparents on both sides. Grandpa Amas (Mum's dad) would pick us up in his Austin and drive us down there. I still remember the smell of Leather, Wood and Petrol to this day.
It would always be the same. First call would be 'The Rose and Crown' for Coffee. The place was always packed and the thing which stands out in my mind is how many people smoked. It was like a Fog!
In 1954 when my brother Nigel was born, the Bungalow became a wee bit small and I actually moved in with my neighbour 'Aunty Lucy'. Not my real Aunt, she was getting on and had been a Nurse at The Royal Free Hospital during WW1.
It seems like ancient history some things. Twice a week the Grocery Van would arrive the morning after you'd phoned the order over (via the Operator til about 1953). Then the Fish Monger would turn up on Friday mornings.
Then the memories bounce back like yesterday which I shall go into more detail in the other pages.
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