Part 2 - Linden Road

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Perhaps it would be more truthful if I started with:-

“I remember, I remember, the house where my Mother and I,

and Grand-parents lived, when I was nine days old.”.

(Dad was away in the RAF.)

It doesn’t quite have the same poetic appeal as the original, does it?

But it is at least true.

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"Mom and Dad, Linden Road.

I can remember nearly everything about “Nan’s in Linden Road.”

But perhaps not back to nine days old!

That was my bedroom, with the open window.

However, I will not start at Day 9,

but write a little explanation and introduction first.

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When I was born, there were three generations before me, still living. This four generation ‘window’ would seem to be a fairly common thing in families, although I have to admit I am not yet a Great, Great Uncle!

I am now, however, the eldest in my generation; that is looking horizontally across our family tree.

The second eldest in that line, is my brother Adrian who is six years younger.

(After-thought: I do have a cousin, Susan, whose age I cannot remember, but she may actually come second?)

It therefore falls on me to recall and document what I can remember about those early years, just in case the next three generations after me, are interested. (You never know).

I have no children, so this information cannot be passed on by ‘word of mouth’, although in theory, I could tell my nephews and nieces, but….firstly, I cannot imagine that they would want to sit and listen (and remember it), and secondly, it is far easier for me to write bits as I remember them and to jot down a few notes here and there.

There is also the opportunity to search out some relevant old black and white photographs to accompany the narrative.

This, then, is essentially a family thingie, but all are welcome to read and comment if you wish.

I can’t, of course, guarantee that you will find things of interest.

I am in no way, a serious or proper writer. I studied science and technology, and, as an engineer, had to write up technical reports etc. I have never wanted to be a writer and so if this falls short in the areas of grammar and punctuation, I am sorry, I have done my best.

If I remember correctly, it took me three go's to get a pass at O-level English, and if you have read this far, you can probably see why!

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Welcome.

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