The family seemed to move around the Midlands a lot, presumably with my grandfather Albert Weston's work, living in Leamington Spa, Stockton, near Rugby, Warwick and Broseley, Shropshire. I recall Nana Weston claiming she had lived in 17 houses.
|The famous bridge opened in 1779.|
linking Broseley and Ironbridge,
|All Saints Parish Church, Broseley |
Rev. Jackson (above)
On his school life, Dad recalled " The deputy head was very good (he had been gassed in the war). He was keen on poetry and I enjoyed it, he had us do the Merchant of Venice. I was Bassanio. I was very fond of him which, of course, made me listen to what he had to say". In later life, Dad could still recite his favourite poems, often in dramatic tones. Shropshire Archives provided me with entries from the School Log book relevant to Dad's time at school, including his role as vice-captain of the school football team.
Football was Dad's key interest and I have told his story in A Pigeon Sent the News and also in My Dad's Football Photo Discovered, how a member of Broseley Local History Society provided me with my earliest picture of Dad in 1926 (left).
Dad remained an ardent football supporter all his life, following matches regularly on television; his favoured teams Wolverhampton Wanderers (Wolves) and Aston Villa. He was very proud of footballer William Ambrose "Billy" Wright, who was born in Ironbridge and known as "The Ironbridge Rocket". Billy Wright was never cautioned or sent off by a referee and was the first football player in the world to earn 100 caps.
For a bank holiday outing Dad wrote "When I was about ten [c. 1922], Charles, myself, Dad and Mum went by train to Bridgenorth. We had a boat trip on the River Severn and later walked the 6 miles back home".
Dad gave a full account of his working life in Leicester, Liverpool and then Blackpool as a commercial traveller and the "digs" he stayed in. For a laugh, take a look at A Hair Raising Drive where he desribes his first 90 mile journey behind the wheel.
|Dad (left) with his brother Charles|
In Blackpool, A Dance Floor Meeting tells in Dad's own words how he met my mother.
And the rest is another story!
|Dad and Mum (left) at their wedding in 1938.|
Watch this space for the second part of this narrative which looks at Dad's account of "My War 1940-1946."
This has been a very enjoyable, and at times moving experience to read Dad's own words and create a story of his "Broseley Boyhood - Before and After". I am proud to have at long last made this tribute for myself and my brother and our own children.