Memories of Skegness
I have got a lot of photos of my grandad and mamma at Linconshire Derbyshire Miners Holiday Centre, now called camp. My grandad died when I was nine years old, my mamma when I was sixteen. My grandad Fred Armson was a parleytric (not very sure if I spelt that right). I have lots of photos of them on ther own and in groups. If anyone knows anything, please let me know.Thanks.
I grew up in the Winthorpe area & recall strolling along the Avenue on our way to the beach. Holding tightly to my mothers hand it was always an exciting adventure. Clutching my bucket & spade I impatiently tugged my mum along eager to reach the sandy shore. As we approached the promenade I could taste the bitter ...Read full memory
Walsh's in the 60s was a very happy time for me and I have great memories of when Mum and Dad,me Grandma and Grandad shared a caravan for a fortnight.The caravan was tucked away in the corner behind the arcade situated next to a ditch. I can always remember laying on the bed/settee listening to the bingo numbers being called and ...Read full memory
My father died in 1961 when I was 9 years old. I was told by Notts. Social Services I needed a holiday and was shipped off to a children's home in Skegness for 3 weeks. I cried when I got on the bus and waved goodbye to my mum. Although the people were very kind, I ticked off each day and could ...Read full memory