MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
No - I cannot remember the WAR, but it was a feature of my childhood.
My father often recounted his wartime memories to anyone prepared to listen. I must admit we often thought "Oh, no - not the war again, Dad" and teased him about being in the Intelligence service.
So we were often regaled with his (no doubt sanitized) tales of being in London during the blitz, his training in codes and cyphers, his attachment to the USA Army, landing at Omaha beach just after D. Day, marching through Normandy to Versailles and Paris, on through Luxembourg, the bitter winter of 1944 with a meal of five boiled sweets and into Germany where he marked VE Day.
It was only much later that I came to realise what a defining period it was in his life, and I persuaded him to write down his memories, which I made into a narrative, together with photographs and wartime letters between my parents I am now very proud to have these.
WEDDINGS did not feature much in my childhood, and only once was I a bridesmaid. Here I am the shivering little bridesmaid at the wedding of my uncle Charles Weston and his bride Vera in December 1946. The dresses were apparently a dusky pink colour and my mother used to relate what a difficult time she had hunting for matching shoes in post-war austerity Britain.
|My mother is the elegant woman standing behind me, with|
my father on her right.