Photo: Myself at the age of 2 with my eldest Sister.
So you think you are coming in at the beginning. Everyone starts at the beginning don't they? Well think again.
Not being a writer and virtually having had no decent formal education after the age of about eleven I do not have the word power or the English of a serious writer. Other people's writings have educated me.
I also now have word slip. Where once I had a reasonable command of the English language words now slip my mind and try as hard as I can I can't find the word that I am seeking. Therefore you will often get a sentence where one word would have been better.
So let's get one thing clear. You are not going to read a master piece here.
Why am I not going to start at the beginning?? I am lazy. I am too lazy to sit down as a serious writer would, making notes, planning the chapters ahead, writing a draft and then finally after many months complete something that will be worth reading.
You will get that which pops into my head at any given time. If I think of my Uncle Geoff, you will get my Uncle Geoff. If I think of my mother standing on the roof of our Prefab, that's what you will get. You might also find stories my Mother told me of her life. Why? Because her stories were a great part of my childhood. Instead of having a bedtime story I would pester her to tell me of some of the things she had experienced.
Some of what I remember may not be quite correct and I am sure that my eldest Sister would be able to read this and correct me. We all remember things differently and how they affect us personally, so if I make any mistakes regarding any given situation it will not be deliberate. It will simply be because that is how I remember it or how I saw it through my eyes as a child.
My eldest Sister was married and moved into her own home from the time of my earliest memories so she wont feature at all in these stories. Images will be rare because so few photographs survived those days but I will add the few I have where I can.
Will you get a snippet on a regular basis? NO! I am lazy remember. You get it as I get it. The years will bound back and forth and may make you dizzy but this will be the best I can do.
Now, having made that perfectly clear I will tell you why I am going to write this blog.
This is for my Granddaughters. As a child I never kept diaries. As an adult I have kept many over the years. My girls now love to sit and read those and say they wish I had written more. This will be the one they read of my childhood.
During my life there have been years that I can look back on and think how great they were. Then there have been the years that haven't been so great. My childhood finished, I believe, when we had to move into Croydon proper on the tearing down of the prefabs and the demise of 56, Warren Avenue in the summer of 1960.
What makes a batch of great years and what makes a batch of not so great years? It all boils down to memory. Remembering my childhood I can look back with nostalgia with no remembrances of any bad moments or days. The bad years I can remembers as never being completely happy or content, although can't remember specifics of why I wasn't totally happy.
You, or rather my Granddaughters are going to get the first batch of great years.
You may find my recording my early years as boring and have no interest whatsoever in reading this blog. I know my Granddaughters will love to read it and I am after all writing this for them.
I would love any comments on this and any experiences of your own that may relate to mine so please do feel free to jump in any post.
At this point in time I have no idea when my first thought will hit me. It could be this afternoon, it could be next week. But if you think you may find this blog interesting then I would suggest you click to receive emails on any new up dates.
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