I took Maureen a walk down Memory Lane this morning. Her parents came to Cleethorpes when she was still at Primary School so her father could benefit from the sea air. They only stayed for a couple of years because Jack couldn’t find suitable employment. Fortunately, he managed to get his job back as a metal polisher at the Raleigh so they went back to Nottingham. This meant leaving lots of family members who had joined them on the East Coast behind.
One of the reasons we moved to Cleethorpes was because we often came up here to visit Maureen’s Aunties and Uncles. On one visit I was so taken with the place that I said ‘I could live here’: the rest is history.
The photos below follow us on this morning’s walk down Memory Lane:
Maureen outside her grandparents former Guest House: previously The Richmond Hotel.
Maureen with Roy the Head Gardener at Kew Road, where she lived as a child.
Maureen outside her Primary School.
The Airman is a reminder of my dad’s time as a Rear Gunner; it’s just across the road from the RAF Club where we spent happy times together.
I will print these photos to remind us both of a very enjoyable Father’s Day