Sunday 7 October 2012

UPDATE: more Public Service Broadcasting



UPDATE: These photos and captions came in from Simon (who wrote, and supplied great photos, about riding around the Falklands Warzone on a Bultaco for Sideburn 11).
My mum Mrs Mills (left), age 8. Right is Norma Knupple, her Grandad was German and came to Liverpool in late 1800's as a watchmaker. They came home, back to Liverpool Blitz, after months away evacuated to Machynlleth as they were homesick.
My Dad Bill Mills, age 20 in Royal Engineers and below transferring to Palestine Police 1943, peacekeeping in Palestine.

5 comments:

Nick said...

What a great mixture of images, music and words. Makes me feel good, funny just come from the BBC website and looking at the news, where are the leaders of today? not in parliament, I'm sure!

Sideburn Magazine said...

Sleeping in an air raid shelter? Walking past a demolished bus on the way to work to find out it's not there any more. Fearing chemical warfare every day of your life. Sending your kids to live with strangers hundreds of miles away. Tens of thousands dead. Feel good? Nick, are you deranged? G

capnsimo said...

It is really scarey as it is only parents lifetime or so back, my mum was the evacuee kid came home to bombing in liverpool as she didn't like being away from her mum, whilst dad was a 22 year old kid in uniform as were millions of others every where in Europe as for talk of rebuilding the wartime spirit "one Nation" to build a new Britain who wants to go through that again, its horrific and yet sadly head east to Syria or Iraq etc.....

Hairy Larry said...

Growing up as a service brat in the states, a lot of my friends had mothers from other countries. I remember kids with English moms talking about their mothers war time experiences. Yeah, sadly it seems it's always going on somewhere...

Mick P said...

Lovely update. My mum was born in Shadwell, in London's East End in 1928. She was 11 years old when war broke out and was evacuated to Egham in Surrey. She was lucky to be billeted with a kind and loving family, but being from a very large family herself, with lots of brothers and sisters, she was homesick and she, too, when she was 14, went back to a city still being bombed. She's now 84 and every visit home we sit and chat and I have the voice recorder going. I'd urge anyone else to do the same with their parents, they're all a treasure-trove of memories from times we'll never know.