I moved to London with my mother when I was 6 in 1954. The first flat we lived in was at Kensington Gardens. It came with access to a locked garden called Ladbroke Square Gardens, London W11.
During the early 1950’s I remember taking airplanes and sleeper trains from New York to Reno, Nevada, and other places.
Mother and I sailed from NYC to Southampton on the Queen Mary in 1954. On other ships we sailed through both canals from Australia and USA. A sailor nicknamed me “Port” instead of Sherry and he explained the meaning of port and starboard.
When I was four I lived at Fordham Hill Apartments. I met a girl who did a spell over a wooden barrel. She told me not to tell anyone and go look at the windowsill and tell her what I saw. I saw tiny people running around on it.
When I was six, in 1954, my mother and I went to Scotland. I had the measles there and was confined to the hotel in Broughty Ferry near Dundee for a month and, I learned to ride a bike. I remember the heather on the mountains, stone water bottles and oatmeal. I learned to ride a bicycle on the gravel path of the hotel.
Oooooooh, these are lovely!! 💖💖💖. And what amazing stories! You are so lucky to have been alive in the 50s!! 💖
Thanks Trini.
Thank you for sharing your memories.I specially liked scotland.
Thank you.
The photos beautifully complement the stories.
Thank you. There is more of my digital art on my digital art page.
What a terrific, imaginative photo essay. Well done!
Thanks Paul, I had to make it a new post so I could reorganize my Digital Art page. Working on it now.
Love the stories, but your photos are even more beautiful!
Thank you kindly. I reposted old stuff from my Digital Art page for technical reasons.