We were still living at Knockagh. We had a family holiday this year, in a caravan at Coney Island Caravan Park, near Ardglass. What happened was that father dropped us there - mother , Charlie and me - then went back to Belfast to work, leaving mother with 2 small children and no car. Getting to the shops was not easy for her, and this was are last caravan holiday
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Knockagh garden still was a play area for us.
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| A picnic at Newcastle | ||
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| The ever present Auntie Peggy. She was an army nurse and spent every | months annual leave with us. Mother was not happy, but unable to break | Peggy's habit. Charlie never managed to avoid the polyphotos |
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| My childhood was peppered with conditions that my father thought I had - like Knock Knees - which I never had, but had to wear leg braces for months | Another condition I did have was Whooping Cough - in fact I had it twice, and it nearly killed me. 70 years later I can still visualise inhaling steam vapours to try to breathe |