Wakes week at Blackpool staying at Mrs Fell's B&B. A thrilling trip to the Winter Gardens where I first heard this song and the chorus wore beautiful lemon, organdy dresses. Donkey rides and that unmistakeable smell of sea-weed and salt and vinegar. The Wednesday trip to Pablo's factory for a giant ice cream cornet doused in raspberry vinegar. The disappointment when Dad decided outside Madame Tussauds that we couldn't afford it after all. The awful peeling backs of the youths in the B&B. The maid who wore blue and white in the morning and brown and cream after lunch and who I was convinced was two different people. The sadness as we left all our new friends. We didn't know it was the end of all that. Back home and WW2 broke out.
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Now I can feel the memories:)
Granny Annie: lovely song isn't it?
What a time, my dear. The beginning of WW2 for you and your Beautiful Country. Nothing was ever the same, was it?
Ahhhhhh, such Memories.....!
I have a version of this song by the Silver Beatles. Yep that was of course the Beatles before they became famous.
Naomi: no but then aged 9, one tends to think change is all part of growing up, and we escaped experiencing the real horrors of war personally.
Joey: the Silver Beatles - that's new to me. I probably prefer that period.
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