Lessons in the graveyard
Back in the 1960s we lived at the top of Ventnor Villas, our doctors office was down the road. I attended St Andrews school in the mid 1960s, we always had our lessons on hot days in the graveyard. My Mum attended this school in the late 1930’s I remember going on a school trip to Black Rock and falling in.
Watching the Waltons
My aunt worked at the DER shop in George Street during the 1970s; Mr Cahill was her boss. He use to let me sit in front of a colour telly and watch the Waltons on a Saturday afternoons. Mum and Dad were married in St. Andrews Church March 2nd 1957 and my younger brother was christened there 1968.
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Smell the coffee
I remember getting my Brownie uniform in a men’s clothing shop on George Street. After my Nan moved from Wordsworth Street to Clarendon Villas, I spent a lot of time helping her shop at Sainsburys, and Woolworths. One memory that really stands out is the shop that roasted coffee beans,I so loved the smell; I continue to love that smell to this day.