1965, the year that changed my life
Holiday in Scarborough — Day Four
During the week
1. Peter and I hung around with the Kirkby group[more] quite a lot, later in the week. Chris, I think, was off gallivanting with some of the girls who were there, especially Barbara[1] from Broadbottom;[more] and I had no inclination to increase the residual yearning I felt in Pam’s company. Peter and I got quite friendly with Barbara and Doreen Meredith. For a change, we each fancied a different sister. Peter fancied Barbara, who was attractive, with mid-brown, mid-length hair, and in my memory wearing a pastel blue, patterned dress. I fancied Doreen, though: somewhat slimmer and more angular in build than Barbara, darker complexioned, darker-haired, wearing a red jumper[2] and black trousers, more vivacious than her sister, tomboyish almost. Their Nottinghamshire accent charmed us, with their “bo-at” and “co-at”.
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Chris commented (16 March 2009 14:13):
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- After all the crying and wailing at the loss of Hazel and Pam, I lost no time in getting off with this Barbara (in much the same way as you did with other available talent, really). I discovered a nice spot in some fields near to the camp, where one could "while away the time" together without being overlooked. I also remember that, before the end of those summer holidays, Barbara came to visit me in
Thornton. In those days, Abbotts Coaches ran a service from
Ashton-under-Lyne to
Cleveleys, and I remember picking her up from Cleveleys Bus Station. Achhh, love's young dream! Most of those encounters were fairly short-lived, of course.
- He added (30 August 2014, 23:01):
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- I think I was aware that Jean had her eye on me, which could only have come from the Williams girls, and she did write to me on a few occasions. It was her cousin, though, who had my full attention. She (Barbara) visited me in Thornton
once…. ;-) Achhhh, love's young dream!
- [2] Jumper — used in the British sense, meaning “pullover”, “jersey”, “sweater”.
Perhaps Wednesday evening, 21st July 1965
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In the evening meeting Uncle Tom spoke on “patience”, and at the end called on those who wanted the Lord to give them the gift of patience to stand up. Anticipating a repeat of the previous evening’s experience, I stood up — and nothing happened. I was as keen to receive patience as I had been to dedicate myself wholly to the Lord, I was in the same state of expecting the miraculous — but nothing happened.
Holiday in Scarborough — Day Six
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