A Lifetime Ago.

A Memory of Blandford Camp.

My dad was in the Army and we travelled the world. We came back to the UK from Germany at the end of the 60's, I was about 12 or 13. We lived at the top of some steps that only had two houses, we could see right across the fields at the back, I have photos of us stood outside the house and some of our grandparents with their motorbike and side car sitting on the hill behind the house.
One memory was of my constant running up the hill to the sergeants mess to get dad because our younger brother was constantly either falling out of bed or falling over. The mess was where I could find dad. He was a chef, so if he wasn't sat at the bar he was in the kitchen. unfortunately dads no longer with us.
We used to wait for the bus at the stone bus shelter at the turnaround and go into Blandford for school, remember rolling skirt up because it came to our knees, and rolling back down on the way home.
Learnt to ride a bike down the hill opposite the house, and falling off at the bottom......
The family that lived in the house adjoined to ours were the Hughes, my friend was Mary Lynn Hughes, always thought her name was Lynn and called her that all the time we were friends.
Happy times, bought back when my granddaughter presented me with a picture book of memories for Christmas and one of the photos was of us outside the house.
I wonder if there is anyone out there that was there at the same time. We were the Colemans, there was 8 of us in total so someone might remember us.
I am hoping to visit the museum in June, i wonder what the chances are that we might be able to visit my old home and take some photos to put next to the old black and white ones.

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