Author Archives: Ian

My great grandfather was a good for nothing

It is some forty years since I first obtained a birth certificate for my grandfather Sidney Herbert Poulton. It shows that his mother as Ellen Poulton, a machinist of Chiswick, and that he was born in Isleworth Infirmary. The box … Continue reading

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I believed I could fly

The gradual advance in years bring moments when benches are welcome. So it was that I sat on a wooden bench on steel legs that offered a place for weary shoppers to stop to catch their breath. A line of … Continue reading

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Learning to learn history

Preparing the First Year history lesson for tomorrow, I wistfully perused the material for the lessons. I wish there had been such resources when I was at school. Before they even begin to look at historical materials, the First Year … Continue reading

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Night walks

Leaving our school at night time meant avoiding the obvious route.  It would have brought you out onto the front drive and would have meant passing the office and numerous windows, through any of which you might have been spotted. … Continue reading

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Oaks

Autumn leaves no doubt as to its arrival: shortening days, colder weather, falling leaves. Leaves carpet the footpath to the tram stop.  For me, there is a hierarchy among the trees from which they fall, just as there seems an … Continue reading

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