Letter to my good friend Dave Welsh.
Here we are in Paris. Beautiful town!
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Category Archives: Pre-Hornby
Europe-7
Drove south. We spent the night in a German bunker facing Britain.
Yes, still smoked. Another 20 years before I quit.
Finally on to Paris.
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Europe-6
Time to buy a car. The plan was to get married and then tour Europe. Midge wanted to come along and we agreed because we could use the extra money. We were all friends so…why not.
First time driving in London I drove right through the center of town on the way home. Lots of nervous sweat as I had to remember to drive on the wrong side of the road.
Fordson- driving on the left side. I know it was a mistake to buy it but this car did a lot of hard work for us.
We draped a sheet over the front door and took photos for passports. This was where my enlarger and developing brickbat came in handy. I was able to develop and print in my room as long as it was night.
OK! A few more days in London and we were on our way.
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Europe-5
Wedding!
I knew that, back home, any wedding would have taken place in a church with a huge party afterwards. This was one way of avoiding that. Jo’s Aunt and Uncle attended. Her uncle was an ex-bank manager and one of their sons was a university student. He and some friends took me out to have some beers (bunch of upper middle-class fops. oops!)
They were amazed when I pulled out a huge wad of cash when it was my turn to buy a round. Got lots of admiration.
Midge with Jo’s aunt. 1965
Jo’s uncle and one of her room mates. I think she was the girlfriend of Mick Jagger who I met one night at their flat. 1965
I started writing a daily post and this was June 11.
We had to wait until after June 1 as you couldn’t get married without parental consent before you were 21.
The morning of my marriage I went to a local barbershop and told them I was getting married. They were Italian and immediately became excited. They jumped all over me. Washed my hair, cut and styled it. And…for the first time in my life I was shaved with a straight razor. To top it off they wouldn’t let me pay!
These posts are very important as they bring back the memories and these days at this age nothing beats drowning ones self in 60 year old memories.
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