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.
Sherry Felix - port4u 
Oooooooh, these are lovely!! 💖💖💖. And what amazing stories! You are so lucky to have been alive in the 50s!! 💖
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Thanks Trini.
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Thank you for sharing your memories.I specially liked scotland.
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Thank you.
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The photos beautifully complement the stories.
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Thank you. There is more of my digital art on my digital art page.
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What a terrific, imaginative photo essay. Well done!
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Thanks Paul, I had to make it a new post so I could reorganize my Digital Art page. Working on it now.
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Love the stories, but your photos are even more beautiful!
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Thank you kindly. I reposted old stuff from my Digital Art page for technical reasons.
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