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My First Kiss

Published on July 5th, 2018

The 6th of July is International Kissing Day - who knew?! The occasion gives us an excuse to resurrect those sweet, slightly excruciating memories of first loves and first kisses.

These memories have been kindly share as part of our 'Share your Memories' section of the Frith website. We hope you enjoy reading them today, and perhaps reminiscing about your very first kiss!

My wife used to live in the house on the right, Number 5 Mill Close. When we were courting I would walk her home from our nights out and we use to sit on the bridge wall. This is where I had my first kiss from her, she was 17 and I was 19 years old. We have been married now for 46 years and have two children and 4 grandchildren. This is where it all started.

Photo: Cark, The Bridge 1897.
Memory: First Kiss

The year was approx 1982, and while out with friends in the Park I met my first love, it may be a soppy thing to write, but I don't really care about things like that! Her name was Sandra Bernice Sherman, and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever set eyes on, and how lucky was I to have met her and dated her, and if things had worked out differently, I would probably have married her! I hear she is married now and living in the Bury area, just thought I would share this with anyone who wants to read this!

Memory: First Love

I have lived in Australia now for over 40 years. I still have very fond memories of my walk from Grenville Close to West Cowes High school as a 13yr old. The floating bridge was where I had my first smoke and my first kiss!!!! How I miss East Cowes and its natural beauty, if you were at West Cowes High school in 1961 - 1964 drop me a line.

Photo: East Cowes, The Floating Bridge c.1955.
Memory: Going To School

I fell in love for the first time at Jaywick sands. I thought the girl looked like Brigitte Bardot. She was the first girl I ever kissed. If I remember correctly she came from Battersea and her name was Elaine. I must admit it seems like a million years ago...

Memory: Love

Love is ... Lympstone in 1960, a village girl called Vera, me, a young marine who did not want to be a marine, a real family called Stone, the smell of the Exe, a kiss under a tree during a summer thunder storm, glow worms in the lanes as I walked back from leaving her home, a last kiss goodbye, a silver ciggie case given to me as a present, going back in 2008 and seeing Vera, again a last kiss goodbye as it should have been then, and always love, never forgotten.

Photo: Lympstone, The Village Square 1904.
Memory: Love Is....

When I was young and very green! no, let’s say not worldly wise! Even now I could die with embarrassment looking back on my attempts to emulate the big screen stars.

My Dad owned a lot of cinemas and naturally I spent a lot of time in them, so learning how it was done (kissing that is!) The first kiss I had makes me still cringe, I spent 2 minutes kissing her bottom lip and chin before I realized I was in the wrong place, the next one I kissed I thought she was going to be ill when lips glued together she opened her mouth I panicked and ran off as I had never heard of 'French kissing'.

Or what about the sophisticated one in the Fenwick Tea Rooms on a Saturday morning, sitting opposite each other and I did the full bit of lighting two cigarettes together as seen on the big screen and starting to give her the one on the left when it got stuck on my bottom lip and my fingers slipped and traveled down the cigarette and pulled the hot glowing end off and it flew across the table and went down her cleavage, God did she move! and I had was a bleeding lip with bits of blood stained cigarette paper still glued to my lip and two burnt fingers. Never did see her again....

Memory: Sweet Sixteen

I was working in the Needle Factory before Woolies and met my first love. He lived on Willow Way, had a sister, and a little dog; his name was Francis Danks (Dinky). Anyone know what happened to him? Hope he had a good life. He was in the Navy. But life has all sorts of plans for us, and off we go in the big wide world...

Photo: Redditch, Batchley Estate c.1955.
Memory: First Love

Not so much Prestwich, but Heaton Park, the year was approx 1982, and while out with friends in the Park I met my first love, it may be a soppy thing to write, but I don't really care about things like that! Her name was Sandra Bernice Sherman, and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever set eyes on, and how lucky was I to have met her and dated her, and if things had worked out differently, I would probably have married her! I hear she is married now and living in the Bury area, just thought I would share this with anyone who wants to read this!

Memory: First Love

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