1947: A walk with my father along the Hastings seafront.

I am 3yrs old, but have no concept of a father. My life up to now has been spent with my mother, two grandmothers, and many of my mother’s eight sisters. My Gambrill grandfather has been around, but busy with running the family shop and his Civil Defense duties.


Daddy is still a stranger to me, but we are getting to know each other, and soon he introduces me to Winnie the Pooh, reading his favorite Pooh stories to me at bedtime - and that cemented our friendship. I still have and treasure Ken’s original Winnie the Pooh books from the 1920s.

WW-2 Ken on crutches

< WW2 - Life on the Home Front                      1_War_Two__Life_on_the_Home_Front.htmlshapeimage_4_link_0
Good times at the Bathing Pool  >1_Good_Times_at_the_Bathing_Pool.html1_Good_Times_at_the_Bathing_Pool.htmlshapeimage_5_link_0