Nana & Grandad

A Memory of Haywards Heath.

We stayed with them when I was aprox 11. They had a wool and baby clothes shop and I believe the name was A.W.Baldock. The shop next door was a sweet shop run by Mrs Swan, she sent me beautiful postcards when we had left & come to Canada.
I went to a school called Cuckfield. I loved Sundays when Grandad would take me & the dogs up to the woods where he could whistle to his heart's content. I can almost taste the tuppence or so chips he got me on our way home with a warning "Don't tell your Mum or Nan!"
I remember being dressed in pink on a float in a parade, something to do with St. Wilfrid's I think.
My Nana could crochet lace bedspreads, I remember her still in a shop smock by the fire working on something with a cigarette hanging from her lips and a Guiness warming by the fire. She lit her cig and never touched it again until she put it out and all the ashes hit the ashtray. Grandad called her Jim.
I loved it and didn't ever want to leave.