In the 1950's I have memories at primary school of being asked every year to fill in a form with personal details, one of which was the occupation of my father.
I knew the answer to this was "commercial traveller" - not something I could come to terms with, as to me a traveller meant someone such as Marco Polo or Sir Walter Raleigh who undertook daring journeys across the world in centuries past. Dad used to go away for days at a time, but usually from Lancashire to Westmorland and Cumberland - not exactly exotic destinations for an explorer.
I also remember relating at school that on Sundays he was policeman - something again I could not quite understand. I saw him go out in his uniform, though he did not wear the tradtional flowerpot helmet of the regular constables, but a peaked cap. The reality was this was a voluntary role as a Special Constable. I remember feeling very proud seeing him on duty, as I stood with the Brownies waving our flags, when the Queen came to Blackpool.
|On holiday with my Dad and brother|
Workaday Wednesday is a blogging prompt from www.geneabloggers.com to encourage bloggers to write of their personal and family history.