Today is a Bank Holiday when we remember the 75th anniversary of Victory in Europe Day. It's a poignant day even more so because I've just received a phone call to say that we've suffered a bereavement in the family. I've learnt that my Great Aunt Rose's son died at the family home in Berkshire on Wednesday. He had not been well for some time. My first cousin, once removed, would correspond by letter and he would give me information about the family to further my family history research.
The reason I'm writing about V.E. Day is because I was born two weeks after this momentous event in a nursing home in Reading, Berkshire. My Mum had been very ill during her pregnancy so it was the best place to give birth. I didn't weigh much at birth and it was touch and go that I survived. I was christened not long after in June, according to my Mum's baby book diary. Meanwhile my Dad was still over in mainland Europe moving up through various countries and as part of the war effort witnessed the liberation of a concentration camp. I have the published papers of the history of this period of the route taken across Europe written up later by Dad's regimental commander. When Dad eventually got back to England many months later he was, of course, a changed man and I was several months old. We were still living with my grandparents whilst my mother managed the bakery business before my grandparents eventually bought a new house in Earley, which was outside the Borough of Reading. Here we continued to live together with my maternal grandparents for quite a few years. (I've written about this time before).
Here's a collage of me as a new born baby, a few months old sitting in my maternal grandparents' Earley garden and as\ young child on an English seaside holiday or other events with my parents and with Dad and my doll's pram in my other Grandma's garden in the King's Road in Reading ....
Here's a collage of me as a new born baby, a few months old sitting in my maternal grandparents' Earley garden and as\ young child on an English seaside holiday or other events with my parents and with Dad and my doll's pram in my other Grandma's garden in the King's Road in Reading ....
Our Berkshire daughter took some flowers up to my parents', grandparents' and uncles' graves. They are all buried near one another in a Caversham, Berkshire cemetery and she sent me a photo by email of the flowers. The staff were cutting the grass around the graves, which was a good thing and daughter D took photos of two pheasants, male and female, that were wandering around.
Well, that's all for today. I'm going out for another walk and the rest of the day will be a quiet one thinking and remembering days gone by with my family.
Thank you for your visit. I hope you have a peaceful day and weekend.









