Visiting my grandparents
Looking at the picture of the Avenue and the green brings back happy memories of visiting my nan and grand-dad Edwards who lived at number 107 when I was a little kid growing up; I was born in 53. I loved going to see my nan which we did most weeks – my mum, dad and myself, all lived in Mile Oak where I grew up. But when I visited there was still quite a lot of my dad’s toys and things, and I loved to play with them there. There were warships, planes from WWII, trucks and things, all hand made.
Seems like every day was sunny
If I was not playing with the toys, I would go out on the green to play ball. My memory is the same as most of us – I cannot remember anything except sunny days. I loved the stories my dad told about the fighters overhead near the end of the war, and of the time a spitfire wing seemed to float down like a leaf, and then bury itself in the ground there. My nan and grand-dad were the only people we had who had a black and white television. I remember watching programmes like the Royal Variety Show, World at War, and Coronation Street with Mini Caldwell and Ena Sharples. Of course this was back in the 1950s and 1960s.
A happy and relaxed childhood
One of the things that stick in my mind, is that as an innocent young boy growing up in the Brighton area that I never saw any violence, I was totally unaware of it, not like nowadays. Maybe I was protected or something, but I was always happy and relaxed. I do not remember a single incident of any verbal abuse, swearing, and threats at all as a kid, not like nowadays. They were very happy days.