I had a very happy childhood with lots of aunts, uncles and cousins nearby. This is my family and me at my Aunt Edith's house. It had a very big garden that we used to love to play in.
In the picture are my dad, Samuel at the back, my brother Reg, my mum Annie holding Aunt Edith's dog Foo Foo, me and my cousin Margaret.
We used to go to Aunt Edith's house on a Saturday. Uncle Bill lived here but we didn't see him a lot as he was working or out fishing at Dingle Brook.
This is my mother, Annie Marshall. She grew up in Yorkshire with her mother and father and 8 sisters.
She met my father when she worked as a nurse and helped in the hospitals during WWI. And then she moved to Sherehunt to live with him there when they got married.
She is standing outside their first house here in Broughton Street. They did live here when I was born but they moved to Astley Road when I was 2 so I don't really remember it.
This is Broughton Street now - the house where I lived until I was 2 and the one my mother is standing outside in the previous photograph. I haven't been back there for many years. It looks very different.
My mother's generation always scrubbed their front steps. One of my earliest memories is my mother scrubbing the front step. I don't think people do that nowadays.
This is a letter that my Grandmother received when my father was injured in WW1. The letter was sent from The General Hospital and is dated 27th July 1916. It says "I regret to inform you 2763.... was admitted here suffering from gunshot wounds chest, arm and leg. Condition is serious. I will let you know how he progresses in a few days".
It must have been very difficult for her as she didn't know whether he would survive. Prior to this he'd been reported missing in action. He did recover and return home, but he did suffer from the after effects of the wounds for the rest of his life and shrapnel remained in his body.
In WW2 I went in the army and was stationed in Italy and North Africa
This was the grocer's shop we ran in Banbury.