During The War…

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A row of houses in Livingstone Street, Birkenhead, which was destroyed by bombs during the Second World War. A crowd has gathered to survey the mound of rubble that is all that remains of a block of terraced houses. 27th September 1940.
[Photo courtesy of Liverpool Echo.]

The Chimpton and I were chatting the other day, when we touched upon the subject of some of the stories I have posted recently concerning my Grandparents. While we were chatting, I remembered a story my Grandfather had told me years ago about his time in the fire brigade during the blitz of World War II. As a youngster, I would spend weekends at his house being totally spoilt and listening to some of the stories he would tell me about his life – the stories were even more interesting when my Grandmother was out of earshot. The stories he told me from his youth in Oldham and his years running a shop in Birkenhead were always enthralling but I think my favourites were the stories from the war. It always makes me laugh when I watch Only Fools And Horses on the telly because every time Uncle Albert mentions the phrase, “During the war…” everyone runs for cover fearing another of his war-time stories. I was the complete opposite and could listen to my Grandfather for hours.

My First Foreign Holiday

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Iseem to be getting very nostalgic lately and remembering things from my childhood. One of my favourite memories was my very first foreign holiday. Back in the day, I used to accompany my grandparents on holidays to exotic places like, Bournemouth, Poole, Llandudno and – for the most part – the weather was always despicable. I remember one year we went on holiday somewhere and it rained every single day we were away. Because we stayed in Bed & Breakfasts, we had to leave the place during the day – not that there was anything to do their even if we hadn’t – and, I think for the week we were there we had one afternoon when the weather was good enough for us to venture outside the confines of the car.

My Grandfather Was A Big Fat Liar!

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Both Bimbo and I have told stories on Jammy Toast previously about my Grandfather. We have also told you how we called him “Da” because my mother called him “Dad” and I was too young to pronounce “Dad”. The poor guy was called “Da” for the remainder of his life. I have also told the story of our Saturday afternoons spent eating steak and kidney pudding and chips from the chippy out of the paper – much to my Grandmother’s annoyance – followed by a rum baba and washed down with glasses of “full-fat” Coca-Cola and a good read of the Tiger comic. Bimbo has also told the story of how – for a short time, anyway – we thought Da was a gangster. However, the one thing we have never told you was that he was also a big fat liar. Let me explain…

Great Uncle Bimbo Remembers #6

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Hello, my name is Bimbo. I am Great Uncle to all the bears even though I am not really a Renault Bear myself. It is a bit of an honorary title because I am a very old bear. In fact, I was bought for The Bearkeeper by his Grandparents on the day that he was born many years ago. I can remember many things that have happened in my lifetime and these are the things I write about in my column. I will tell you of things that happened not just to The Bearkeeper and me, but things I can remember from television, news or anything else that comes into my head