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Finally, I have made a start on writing a memoir of my time growing up in the Lancashire Mill town of Darwen back in the 60s. It was a time that seems so long gone now, a town that is changed forever but some of that spirit is still there. I hope I can capture the way it was and entertain a little on the way.
This desire to write about this time was inspired by my Granddaughter Ronelle. She takes great pleasure in winding me up in saying that I was born in Victorian times. That is not quite accurate, but I suppose she is not far wrong. I have no intention of going over the Atherton’s life and times back then – I have covered that to a degree in my Ancestry book ‘Bullet for Life’.
I decided to celebrate the start of writing this book by showing her that it was not me born in Victorian times but someone else. She found the photos intriguing but apparently, she has no recollection of being there. Nevertheless, it gave her a grasp of what she missed by being born in this century. I think she is even more grateful for that now.
I have to admit it was quite a shock to see Ronelle in the context of my family history. The slums of Water St pictured were truly the worst of the worst and puts into context that many children of Ronelle’s age from my direct family did actually live there. Many also died there at a very early age. History brought alive.
So, off I go moving forward to the mid 20th Century and let’s see how much I can remember or maybe it was Victorian Times and I will never finish this book.