Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
Monday 14 July 2014
The Manor House
The Manor House stood opposite our house on the hill running down to the sea. It somewhat belied its grand name as it had changed hands a few times and a part of its grounds had been sold off for housing. At one time it was used by a London borough as a holiday home for Tower Hamlets residents.In the late sixties I remember it was full of young Italian students. The Italian football team won a cup. I don't think it was the World Cup. It was, I think, the European Cup. The youngsters came out in the garden shouting and cheering. Somebody provided some music and they sang and danced for hours. They were so excited. At about this time we had acquired a rubber dingy. Our children and their friends had great fun with it. They were all strong swimmers but did not take the boat far from the beach. My son and his friend would walk down the hill, single file, one behind the other balancing the boat upside down on their heads. Once at the beach they would proceed to demonstrate their aquatic skills to a gaggle of admiring young Italian ladies.
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