the start of it all

Well to anybody who decides to have time on their hands and wants to read my ramblings, you are most welcome.
I was born in 1937 in the town of Grantham in Lincolnshire. I had an elder sister and we lived in a terraced house on what you would now call a Housing Association. It was a large private housing estate comprisind of about 200 houses. They were modern built between the wars but even then the house we lived in had no electricity. It did however have a bathroom, two bedrooms a living room and a kitchen. An outside toilet and a coalhouse.
In 1940 I had the pleasure of welcoming my younger sister in this world. The joy was soon forgotten when my father was called up to serve in His Majesties Armed Services. He had one good eye was almost 30 and was passed A1. After initial training he was selected to go to fight the Japenese behind the lines with the famous Orde Wingate. Yes he was one of the original Chindits. It was the only thing he was proud of in the entire time in the Army. Having the mythical Chindit Flashes. Needless to say my mother had to bring us 3 young children up on here own. It must have been dreadful for her. As you may know, Grantham was a hive of activity with the Airforce, so much of Lincolnshire was. The air raids were frightening for her. Most will have heard of the Anderson Shelter which was supplied and had to be erected in the garden, well we had a Morrison Shelter which was like a reinforced steel shell shaped like a bed and we 3 slept in that downstairs in the front room for about 2 years.. In 1942 it was time for me to start school. to be continued.