This was our house in Haslemere Surrey late thirties.When I was around six years old I jumped off the porch holding an umbrella firmly in both hands thinking I would float gently down the garden.My knees hit my chin and I bit clean through my lips.
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I did near enough the same thing, only I was convinced if Tarzan could swing through trees so could I. Branches just don't have the same effect as vines!
ReplyDeleteI still have the scar.
Love the house by the way.
Love Granny
At the outbreak of WW2 the pram pictured here was converted into a Homeguard fire tender; 2 styrup pumps and 2 buckets, one full of sand for use against incendiary bombs. Those Dad's Army days to us kids plus with our four or five evacuees was great fun, not so for our parents.
ReplyDeleteAnd I remember on April fools day father phoning all the people with white houses around us that they would have to get them camouflaged as they were landmarks for enemy bombers
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