First my descent into rags 25 4 5

This first pic shows the house into which I was born when our family shared it with our father's mother and his younger widowed sister and her young son Dave in the years from 1938 to 1941 before he volunteered to join WWII...
The next courtesy of Google, is a pic of a Sanderson air-raid shelter like the one in our rear garden to the house above.

For a time we were fortunate to have a father who went out to work 5½ days a week but with Germany's blitz beginning in 1939: during night times with our boxes of gas masks we repaired to the shelter as WWII got underway



When Dad left to become a Royal Marine Commando our family fortunes took a downward turn as our mother no longer felt welcome by her widowed sister-in-law so she up and moved to Bury into the house in the next two pics taken a good number of years after we had moved out and looking even less salubrious compared to the relative richness of the accommodation above...


                                                  

So we moved to the north 12 miles to Tottington Road north of Bury town centre where she found a house together with her own mother who had already moved there to escape Germany's blitz...


Then my real childhood began:   The first house had been newly built in 1936, and the second during the Victorian period probably before the first world war, showing its essential construction as a simple two up and two down, its rear inside toilet and bathroom being added my our mother some yeaars after moving in and its rear fence to keep people out added later after we had moved to a more upmarket house when I was aged 19 or 20...?

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