….but plenty to see over on my other blog, Memoirs of John Michael Grinsell.
I’ve been busy typing up Dad’s memoirs and so far we’ve covered his early childhood in Ely, Cambridgeshire during the Second World War. I can now picture this lovely little boy with his blond curly hair, pretending to be a soldier filling up his tricycle with imaginary petrol from the garage next door and listening to the Spitfires and Lancaster bombers flying overhead from the nearby RAF bases.
Writing up his memoirs in the form of a blog is proving to be such a good idea. As always, I wish I’d started it sooner as Dad would have so enjoyed reading daily posts on the computer. Nevertheless, the family are gaining an insight into his life and Mum, in particular, is finding it such a comfort to read all about the man she loved whom she misses so much.