Having researched many ancestors of my own and others over the years I know how difficult it can sometimes be to piece together a story of their lives. Wouldn't it be great if everyone had passed down a box full of details of their lives, some stories, memories, photos of their own?
This gave me a thought, why not leave my stories, memories and pictures in one place for my descendants while I still can! Hopefully in doing this via a blog I will encourage others to do the same.
I will share some childhood memories, places lived, schools attended, occupations etc. Sometimes just one picture will trigger many stories and memories covering a moment in time or several years?
I will also blog stories of my ancestors, small projects undertaken, visits to nice places etc random stuff really. This is a first for me so fingers crossed!
My older brother Paul was born in 1971 and apparently named me Lucy while I was in my mother’s belly 😊
I was born in the summer of 1974 in Hanover, West Germany.
Wasn’t I quite the chubby baby. I have it on good authority I was a very noisy baby aswell and had to be placed in the laundry cupboard of the ward because I was disturbing all the other babies!
I was brought home to Coleraine as a baby, and we lived with my much loved Granny for a while.
My first few years are a toddler blur. Pictures often help with memories and I guess the picture below would be my earliest.
I’m sure theres many a 40 odd year old in the town with a picture with this Santa! I believe I was about 3 or 4 years old here, making this picture 1977/8? I look petrified!
I recall going to the Wimpy bar at this age too and colouring in Mr Wimpy pictures.
We lived in the maisonettes in Harpurs Hill.
I have many good memories here, a very happy childhood. Making snowmen out the back (no comment on the hat and scarf…cough cough)
Getting up to all sorts with my neighbour Shibbon. Climbing up the horizontal concrete posts (and getting back down without serious injury) No health and safety back then! I’m fairly sure we launched ourselves down the rubbish shute on many occasions lol! Terrible! We played tennis out the backs and made perfume in little bottles by taking leaves off a neighbours roses and crushing them in water. Skipped to the shops often returning with the opposite of what our parents wanted! Running each other up and down the alley on a skateboard tied to string….the neighbours must have loved us!!! Oh and getting 50 pence pieces off the ‘50p man’ who lived at the end flat for the electric meter.
Granny lived on Culraith Street and more often than not we played there in the field across the road. Many a game of rounders with kids from all over joining in!
These are my earliest memories, next stop Primary School!