I have previously written about the importance of turning oral family history and personal memories into w ritten remembered stories so that they are preserved for future generations. Here is a story of my own ... From as early as I can remember until I was about 10 years old, every summer we had a week's holiday in Mablethorpe. Mablethorpe is on the Lincolnshire coast of England. We were living in Melton Mowbray in Leicestershire at the time. I grew up in Melton Mowbray until the age of 13 when my family emigrated to New Zealand. I have many many memories of our holidays in Mablethorpe. One in particular stands out I was probably about 9 years old (so about 1962). That year, like every other year at Mablethorpe, we stayed at a ‘Bread and Breakfast’ place and hired a chalet on the beachfront for use while at the beach during the day. This provided a place to store our buckets and spades and other beach apparel. A couple of months before, I had been given a ring for my birth
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