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Part 2 Age 9 to 11+

   Once a year there was ‘speech day’ at Shoreham Grammar School , when pupils were presented with awards for various achievements and as the name implies speeches were made by the staff and a local dignitary invited for the occasion.  Parents were expected to come, but pupils were required to come early so that they could be neatly regimented in lines before the parents, staff and dignitary arrived.  Thus I set off for the walk of about 20 minutes to school in good time. Now in those days there were still quite a lot of horses used for transport, such as the milkman and the rag and bone man, and indeed I used to be regularly sent by my father with a bucket and shovel on my bike to search for and collect the horse dung for his roses in the garden!  However on speech day it was raining and I was about halfway to school when having walked alongside a very wet pile of horse dung in the road, a car came past at some speed and splashed the lot all over me!...
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In The Beginning

In the beginning (written 20/2/15 ) I was born in the town of Hanworth in Middlesex, not far from London on the 11 th March 1940, which during the Second World War, turned out to be the first day of meat rationing, which is probably why I was a skinny fellow, at least until I got into my 50’s, or was it when I got married? My first recollection was being carted into an air raid shelter and put on a bunk bed.  I can still see the view of rows of bunk beds.  I guess this must have been in Hanworth, as, being close to London there must have been a high incidence of Nazi bombing raids. My parents then moved to a rented bungalow in Withdean near Brighton , where risk of bombing was much less and thus my chances of surviving much greater. Here I stored several memories, not least of which was watching a V1 doodle bug (flying bomb) go past, I guess a mile away, across a field making the much feared blib, blib, blib of its pulse engine, which then stopped and the bom...
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This Blog

This blog is all about the life of my super, eccentric, mad scientist of a dad of whom I'm rather proud.... may I introduce Kent Robinson, former chief engineer of Marconi, Leicester (now retired)
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