MY MOTHER MY BIRTH PLACE
I know very little about the start of my life at the warren i was born in the summer of 1965 at chatsworth house in prestatyn and my mother was resident there in a converted bus belonging to my aunt she had 6 a lot of kids and was a mormon my mothers name was christine she later put me up for adoption I know my mother was there for some months before I was born and about a year after I was born im 43 now and have moved back to prestatyn 6 months ago is there anyone out there that can show me the exact location all I know it was call the warren and it was in gronant contact me topioy@hotmail.com if you can help me
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RE: RE: MY MOTHER, MY BIRTH PLACE
It is now a caravan park called Presthaven Ssands. There was no electricity, no running water, you went to a tap on the roadside for drinking water and collected rainwater in a barrel for washing, how you mother coped I hate to think. There were no main drains, so no flush toilet, you dug a hole in the ground to empty the chemical toilet in and filled it in with sand. The bus stop was at the end of Shore Road so you had a long walk to go anywhere. The road was concrete, I was told it was for the tanks in the war, I know it was badly broken in parts and when it rained it flooded. Lights were paraffin lamps and you cooked on a fire or paraffin stove till calor gas came out. We had our bungalow from 1946 till about 1972 when we learned the land had been sold to build the caravan site. In summer the sun always seemed to shine and we spent hours on the beach or in the woods, wonderful glorious happy days. We spent all our school holidays there from Easter till September and were as brown as berries.
Comment from Hazel Tudor on Saturday, 2nd July 2011.