Category: Memories
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The Beanorium Quest
It started less than two weeks ago. As a 70th birthday present, Alice gave me a copy of The Beano dated 4th August, 1956 – the week of my birth. “Every Thursday”, it said on the cover. I know, I hear you, 4th August 1956 was a Saturday. Well, D.C.…
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A hoarder? Excuse me, I’m an archivist.
I have a schedule listing the A-level and S-Level results of my entire 6th-form cohort: that has enabled me to intimidate former schoolmates with my knowledge of their shortcomings for half a century.
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The settling train
But his son, filled with ambition in his teenage years, felt that, pleasant though his father’s life no doubt was, there was surely more to life than this?
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A helping hand
Then Richard shared a piece of his family history that he had never mentioned at school.
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Broken toilets and the ton of pennies
Understandably Trog was furious. A school assembly was called in the middle of the day – possibly even replacing a lesson – and we assembled in an atmosphere of freaky holiday.
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Kathleen’s letters to Aelwyn 1950-51
It is fascinating and lovely – if disorientating – to observe your parents’ courtship, and I have had that opportunity.
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Teacher’s Pet
I had already embarked on a lifetime journey of pedantry, and sensed that an injustice had been done. But I didn’t get involved: I was Mr Savage’s favourite, and there was no reason to put that at risk.
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Night visits
I’m staying in a large house, York maybe, perhaps I own it, and there’s a small hatch leading off a landing to a suite of larger rooms which are nicer but neglected, and I wonder, am I allowed to go there and why don’t I use them more often
Ramblings 