My Boyhood Memories. With My Grandad

A Memory of Faversham.

I hope that anyone left of my family can read this, as now being 72 , I lost all track of coming to Kent.
My home town was Lytham St Annes where my mother lived and dad was in the RAF and met my mother there.
My Grand father was Alf Manuel of 1 Becket Street Faversham - not forgetting my Grandma of course.
I always loved the smell of walking around the town because of the full gas tanks, a sweet aroma in the 50s - this was to the 60s. Then demolished so no more aroma - shame.
Walking down Preston Street, my dad showed me where he met his mates in a café and they called him Bubs (Bubbles my gran called him) - Alfred William Walter Robert Manuel his full name. 1 Becket Street.
My grandad Alf would take me over to the alms houses for his allotment where of course he grew everything. Then over to the creek to help with a boat that was unloading bags of something. I helped on the boat, dropping bags on a sling so to lift over to the dock.
I thought I had cleared the hook, but alas the sling caught and ripped it apart . Grandpa suggested I go home for dinner - mmmm.
I met my first girlfriend in the park playing sticks and Jaxs. It was great to go through the park to the old walk across the bridge over the train track and smell the smoke from the steam engines.
My Grandad was Dynamite Alf I think they called him, as he was one of the older sail barge skippers travelling to London with dynamite. Keep looking to see his name in something but not found as yet, so put his memory here in this writing.
I still wish with all my heart I could have kept 1 Becket Street for my home.
There was an alleyway that you walk from the alms houses all the way to the park and I couldn't count the amount of pubs that were in Faversham.
My dad and Uncle Tony, his brother, used to work on the steam trucks delivering beer barrels, but thats another story.
I still have my Fremlins ale badge of the Elephant.

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