They lived there for 20 years along with my Uncle John. Mum then started work in the local Dairy, where she used to test milk.

Soon after that they moved to Sandwich in Kent, where she met my Dad, who was in the RAF nearby.  From that day on, he spent every weekend there, until they finally got married on 6th February, 1951.  They use to attend Tea dances in the afternoon during the weeks, or in the evenings just got for walks, or sit and talk in the lounge where she lived.  Four years later i was born.

 On the day I was born, I remember Mum telling me that it was in the middle of the night.  Dad was in his pyjamas and ran around the corner to the phone-box to tell the doctor that She had started Labour.  He was so panic strikken that he came out of the phone-box into the arms of a passing policeman and passed out himself.  When they got to the hospital the nurse asked me "How are you getting home?" as it was in the days that dads weren't allowed to attend the birth. 

At 2.00 am, i arrived, and Mum had a breakfast of bacon, egg, sausages and fried Bread!!  Dad came in after trudging through snow all the way from Sandwich to Ramsgate Hospital.  I was put into an incubator as I was 2 months premature, and they didn't think I was going to survive.   The hospital advised Mum and Dad to get me christened, so my Grandfather who was the vicar of Sandwich Congregational Church came in and took the ceremony.  To this day, I firmly believe that by doing that he saved my life.

I remember seeing pictures of Mum holding me on the couch, and outside with My Dad and his Parents, while i was 3 months old.  How happy and proud they all looked.