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NOTES: This could be from 1966, 1967 or 1968, but it is likely to be 1967. The dates are consistent but would only work in 1964, so perhaps Mum added them a while later and got the start date for the holiday wrong and
then worked forward using that incorrect date. Anyway the ages listed at the start of the book suggest that the holiday was taken in August/September 1967, except for Lindsay who is listed as being two when she was three in 1967. This is a big difference but mum loved babies so perhaps she was wanting to slow down Lindsay's ceasing to be a baby.
Given the considerable detail the account contains, it seems likely Mum wrote this during the holiday, or at least took notes and then copied them into this book when she pasted the postcards in.
The young boy we helped was walking down the road in a very precarious manner, only inches
away from the traffic. Dad stopped the car. I jumped out. Ran over to him and knocked him over
on the side of the road. Mum was evidently trying to conceal some of the details here (perhaps
she thought I had been too violent).
The police officer whose foot we probably ran over was on point duty (directing the traffic). As we
drove slowly past him he bashed heavily on the roof of the car, so we guessed he must have been
in pain.
When I first read this in 2010 (I canʼt remember seeing it before) I said to my Dad that was a very
eventful holiday. "They all were," he replied.
Jonathan Brind
September 2010.
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