Market Drayton 17101

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I had several nice comments about my Dad yesterday. Amy (a real niece) asked for more pictures but, I thought, others may not share her enthusiasm.

But since Mom was holding the old box camera in yesterdays picture....here's one of all three of us.

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As I said yesterday, Dad was away most of the time in the Royal Air Force and these pictures taken in 1943 would be when he had a few days leave

He was stationed at various locations during the war, but the one I do remember was Market Drayton.

He was stationed here when I was born and on hearing the good news,

all his mates had a 'whip-round' and collected some money for 'little me'. It was quite common then to give money as gifts because quite simply.....there were no gifts!

No toys......nothing!

"There's a war on don't you know?"

So Dad went to the Post Office in Market Drayton and opened a Savings Account in my name.

Little me with a bank account and only a few weeks old.

And......yes, you've guessed.

I still have that old book 67 years on. No money mind you. Just the book!

Market Drayton 17101.

Lets have a dig around for some music. How about this?

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A Comic Song.....but you can bet that being in the RAF during the War was no laughing matter.

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And I found a little dittie........

My Father, he was middle-class,

Whilst my Mother she was upper.

She always spoke of ‘dinner’,

When my Dad just wanted ‘supper‘;

And when my Grandad used to stay, they never could agree,

‘Cause lower-class old Granpa was a-shouting for his ‘tea’.

So whilst they fought and quarrelled,

And whilst each one argued harder.

All us kids would sneak away,

And go and raid the larder!

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