The decision to leave Saunders Valve Company was taken with some reluctance. I had worked there for a total of 7 ½ years, including my 5 year apprenticeship. I had, by then, several good friends among the ex-apprentices of my … Continue reading Monday Memories – Decisions and Consequences: #2 Leaving Hereford
The fact that I found time to indulge in such exercises as devising a TV commercial confirms that I did not have enough to do. Continue reading Goodbye to the Seventies Part 1
I’ve heard some men express dread at the idea of such an operation. Take it from me it’s no more painful than a visit to the dentist – indeed, I’ve had far worse experiences in the dentist’s chair. Continue reading Monday Memories – Back to Coventry
I was shocked to discover, when I looked on-line for a photograph of The Convoy, that it has been demolished to be replaced by eight houses. It was, in the 1970s, a friendly local venue where neighbours socialised. I guess it’s a sign of the times that such places have fallen into disuse. Continue reading Monday Memories – 1971 – called to the bar
Ian and I came third in the ‘father and son’ competition wearing identical pink paisley print shirts and ties (it was the seventies,after all!). Freda, wearing hot pants, came second in the ‘lovely legs’ competition. Continue reading Monday Memories – Into The Seventies
The presence of such diversity was one of the attractions of the move to Coventry. Hereford, by comparison, seemed backward. Continue reading Monday Memories – 1968 Part 2
He was not only a master craftsman but also a wonderful mentor and teacher for those of us apprentices fortunate enough to work alongside him. Continue reading Monday Memories – 1968.
I was to learn the meaning of the expression ‘white out’. The road, the sky, the field, were all white. Snow flakes swirled around the car. Continue reading The Beast from the East, February 1979.
On Saturday I told how the family moved house in 1956 in order to live with my mother’s new partner. The house had previously been the home of the village’s Baptist Minister. It was one end of a block that was originally built to accommodate a small school and schoolmaster’s house as well. The school had long since merged with the village school and been converted into a home. For a number of years all three had been rented out to tenants but, when the tenant of the former manse left, the trustees decided to sell all three. The former … Continue reading Coincidence: #atozchallenge
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