Nan’s third billet during evacuation was with a girl called Jean and was ‘like jumping from the frying pan into the fire, as the food situation was so alien to us because my mother was an excellent cook and we always had smashing food at home; it was such a contrast to come to these… Continue reading Nan’s Diary: Evacuation – billet #3
In my diary of 1990, on this day then, we went to the Nelson Mandela concert at Wembley, officially called ‘Nelson Mandela: An International Tribute for a Free South Africa’, held two months after his release. ‘Today we went to the Nelson Mandela concert. Joe (my brother) stayed at Nan’s. Aswad played and someone from… Continue reading Dear Diary: April 16th
When Nan got to Dorking, all the children were lined up outside the council offices so that they could be chosen by those agreeing to take evacuees in. She says: ‘Can you imagine people walking up and down to see which of the children they preferred? Some liked pretty little girls – that left me… Continue reading Nan’s Diary: Evacuation – billet #2
So today’s diary entry from 1990 fell on Mother’s Day that year. I’m sure my mum was delighted to be taken out for the day to do this: Dear Diary: Today is Mother’s Day. I gave mum her card. Then we went to London on the coach for the Anti-Apartheid South Africa Freedom Now March.… Continue reading Dear Diary: March 25th
So during a time that many will look back on as one of the most defining of recent times, I thought I’d dig out some old diaries and see what was happening on this day then, to take my mind off things. The one full diary I ever wrote was in the year 1990 when… Continue reading Dear Diary: March 21st
Did you know it’s Takeover Day at museums across the country today? No, neither did I until I stumbled across it a few weeks ago. It began in 2010 and since then 35,000 children and young people have taken part. It was established by Kids in Museums to get children more involved with heritage and… Continue reading Let’s take over the museum!
For this latest post, I thought I’d start a round up of the castles we’ve visited over the past few weeks. First up is Herstmonceux Castle, which I don’t think I’ve ever been to, even though my grandad used to work at the site when the Royal Observatory Greenwich moved there in the 40s and… Continue reading In search of knights