Tuesday, August 23, 2011

And so it begins . . . I was born.

     In England in 1955 most babies were born at home.  I was born two weeks late on Wednesday evening, July 14th, at 3 Chestnut Grove, Arnold, Nottingham, England.  When Mam went into labor, Dad called the nurse and walked Maureen down to stay with Momma and Pop, his parents.  By the time he walked back home, he heard my cry from the upstairs window.   I finally made my appearance with the help of Nurse Greensmith;  Mam was "chuffed to bits" and glad to have it over.

3 Chestnut Grove as it looks today

Maureen pushing me in the pram



     Maureen, 5 years old, is pushing me in the pram (perambulator), more commonly known in the US as a stroller, along Mapperley Plains, about a mile away from Arnold and overlooking Nottingham.  Sadly this is the only photo I could find of me as an infant.  That's my bit of head poking out from under the blanket.  Prams were mostly for infants; the baby would lie down facing the pusher.

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