The Life Of A .Woolacombe Lad

A Memory of Woolacombe.

I was born in the North Devon Royal Infirmary in June 1936 and lived in and around the village for 19 years before doing my national service.I never returned again as i needed a job in a city like Bristol. My father was the village Baker for many years Alf,s Pasties were legendary . I remember the war years in the ..Bake house the smells of baking can never be forgotten. The old golf course club building was a meeting place for us village lads,and occasionally a lass or two. When the yanks arrived things changed for us kids they loved us and we loved them ,Hot Dogs, chewing gum, Burgers ,Chocolate, children's parties for us kids. Dances for the adults in the Woolacombe Bay hotel with. its sprung floor. Whoopee. I Have lived in a golden age as a child. and an adult,I have in my life been an apprentice tool maker and a farm labourer,a soldier for 3 years a semi skilled worker in a domestic appliance manufacturer factory,twice,a wholesale ice cream delivery man A vehicle repair mechanic,a car salesman and finally 35 years with the gas industry as firstly a domestic sales rep,, Door knocking, .progressing to Industrial sales Engineer. During the first years of my working life and single, I was unemployed at least 5 times, may be more. I met my Wife in The Grand Spa Ballroom ,Clifton, Bristol Was i a lucky lad! Whoopee!