Places where you have lived...

The Beast wrote:

Irene, my Father grew up in Ormskirk....'Owen Avenue' I spent many happy a Christmas there. Wherever we were living in the world at the time we would nearly always make it home for the festivities. I have lasting memories of the park with the duck pond and maypole, towered over by the huge gas tanks that fell and rose when full or empty. My Grandmother spent her whole life as a parishioner at St Mary's....She even cleaned the church daily until she was too frail and it was a fair old hike to the church.

I copied this message from another thread, because it was well off-topic there.  

T.B.  
It was a very pleasant place to live.  Long Lane was on the outskirts of Ormskirk in Aughton.  We owned a bungalow, not far from the local train station, which was where I boarded the train to travel into Liverpool for work.  

It was a very friendly and convenient place to live.  I particularly love the humour of people in that part of the country.  :;smile:

I have lived at twenty odd addresses, mostly in and around Preston, I have also lived in Blackpool, Manchester and London. However I have lived here in Coppull for the last 30 years.

I was born in Newcastle-under-Lyme in 1946, but left there in 1965, after marriage and the birth of my two children, when I moved to Stafford.

The next was in Knutsford, Cheshire; then followed by Little Budworth near Tarporley, where my 2nd husband & I had the restaurant as our own business (he was a superb chef) and ran the bar for the property owner.  Next in 1976 was the city of Chester, which is where I began my accounting career [an incredible place to live].  This then lead on to Abergele in North Wales (people in catering move around a lot! ).

I think this should be ‘issued’ in series form.  Number two will follow soon…

P.S.  This was first created in Word, but I do wish that I could control the line spacing after it has been copied and pasted.

Edited by Malcolm in MS Wordpad

Interesting marital story Irene - I guess I already know the sequel

Your problem with copy and paste from Word is shared - I too have had the problem.

It emanates from the default settings in your template file. It is something to do with when you have set a standard spacing between paragraphs.

One way of avoiding the problem might be to save the Word file in plain text and not.doc or docx.

Thanks Alan, I check it out tomorrow.   :;smile:

I was born in the 'pool when there were no drugs around very few paedophiles and we had a great life first living next door to a pub in which we play during the day if it rained and living next door to cousins 7 in all. my fathers father grew sickier and so we moved in with them much larger house and  considered my swanky and was 20 mins walk away slightly up hill. they thought they were the beez neez!

then the 'pool started to deteriorate a little with the teddy boy era and my father got a job with ICI in Cheshire with the intention of the whole family moving to include my grandma [ granddad had died' ] she refused to go at the last minute and had a sister who moved in with her.

we moved to a lovely village called Weaverham of 6000 souls and I spent an idyllic teenage period of 5 yrs - healthy environment ; girls and finally the work force.

some mates decided to move away from home to Basingstoke in Hants and I followed out of loneliness I guess - spent 15 yrs there; got married had two kids and then on to Hong Kong and finally OZ -  I have moved about 7 times since being here even once interstate. Now back in Western Australia.

Thanks for fixing my earlier post, Malcolm. 

So, to continue…
I can’t recall exactly where it fitted in, but I also spent some time living in the Mendip Hills near to Bristol.  Good shopping in the city and close to the coast. ;) 

At the beginning of the 80’s was when I lived in Nigeria.  Quite an experience without doubt!  

After our return to the UK, my (chef) husband decided that he wanted to explore areas across the world before agreeing to accept another position in another country.  So although I was not actually resident, we spent about six weeks circling the globe.  This included places such as the Far East, The Philippines, then across the Pacific to the West coast of America.  This was at the end of 1981/beginning of ’82.  

Next came the expedition across South America by rail, stopping of at places such as Houston, New Orleans and Orlando in Florida.

Upon our return to the UK, I decided that enough was enough and said goodbye to the 2nd contender in marriage.

I finally (re)settled in Stafford and have been here ever since, albeit at three addresses; the last one being where I now live and have done so for the past 26 years.  :;smile:

Irene, if you want to copy and paste from Word, first paste it to MS Wordpad, this will remove any formatting then copy again and paste where you want it.

I listen to the song "the leaving of Liverpool" with some poignancy. we never returned to live there and as developing teenagers were too  excited about our new lives to think about  it. but it was the end of a our own Liverpool culture, life style and contacts. It was a divorce a separation and I often wonder what our lives would have been like if we'd stayed? sometimes I feel like a lost soul wandering around the planet looking for a resting place but somehow still looking over my shoulder!

malcolm wrote:

Irene, if you want to copy and paste from Word, first paste it to MS Wordpad, this will remove any formatting then copy again and paste where you want it.

Thanks again, Malcolm.  I didn't even know that I had Wordpad! 

I have had the good fortune of access to Microsoft HUP, which provides the complete suite of MS Office for a simply nominal charge, and which was the probable reason for my lack of awareness.

I'm impressed ... you all sound real adventurous globetrotters.
I've only lived at 4 addresses and that includes the house I was born in.
It's great fun reading all your exploits.

yes but all this moving cost money!  think what you've saved - all these experiences cost

I was born in Pinner, Middlesex but don't have any memories as we moved to Stondon Park when my father who was a London Met cop before the war , joined the RN. I was born shortly after the outbreak of war and on one occasion dad was home on leave while his ship was being repaired, and jovially referred to me as "Britain's answer to Hitler".  When the war was over dad stayed in the RN and put in for every overseas posting that was going and we went to Bermuda for 3 years where he was stationed on HMS Malabar, a 'stone frigate'  (shore base). I had 3 years of intense fun! Swimming , fishing and cutting myself on sharp bits of coral.


Then it was to New York for about 6 months, where I learned to speak "Bronx", and when I got home to England my grandparents couldn't understand what I was saying. Then dad was posted to the Reserve Fleet in Harwich, where he was on HMS Tyne, the depot ship , which he swore was aground on gin bottles, and was bored out of his brain for 2 years while I attended Colchester Boys HS as a weekly boarder.

Another possibility turned up of an exchange with the RNZN as an anti submarine and minesweeping specialist in New Zealand, but upon arrival found that there were no submarines or mines to play with so after a series of lectures of a theoretical nature dad became 1st Lt on HMNZS Tui, a small corvette. During my school holidays he managed to wangle me trips on Tui with Sea Cadets or RNZNVR trainees. After a 3 year stint dad had to either sign on at the end of a commission period and go back to England or opt out and stay in NZ. He loved it here so we stayed. I've been back in 1963 for two years and two trips back in 2008 and 2009 but I think, (with all due respect) that he made the right choice. 

I went to a total of 14 schools so can't beat The Beast!

Constant moving schools for the children can certainly be an issue and concern.  

When I went to live in Nigeria, my two stayed in the UK with their natural birth father.  It was a difficult decision, but one which had to be made.  When school Summer holidays arrived, I flew back and took them out with me for the duration of holiday period.

However, they did move schools more times than I was happy with.  Although they have both succeeded well in life - son now 51 and daughter 49 next week.  
    Am I really old enough to have 'children' of that age??