Memories & miscellanea | The Army Children Archive (TACA)MEMORIES . When committed to paper, army children's memories often make interesting reading, including, maybe yours, or some that you have read. There follows a small selection.'My father was a native of Scotland, in the [East India] Company's service; my mother was a Rajpootree, the daughter of a zamindar . My father then an ensign into whose hands she fell, treated her with great kindness, and she bore him six children, three girls and three boys. The former were all married to gentlemen in the Company's service; my elder brother, David, went to sea; I myself became a soldier, and my younger brother, Robert, followed my example.' Lt Col James Skinner (1. Dennis Holman, Sikander Sahib: The Life of Colonel James Skinner, 1. London, 1. 96. 1, pp. Plenty of army children can be seen enjoying 'band night' in the cantonment gardens at Jubbulpore, India, around a century ago.'I remember my father leaving the house and then checking under the car for a bomb before driving to work each morning. This was during the late 1. IRA was targeting British soldiers serving in Germany.'TD (b. TACA CORRESPONDENCE: DO YOU RECOGNISE YOUR YOUNGER SELF? Michael Few has sent TACA a family photograph (shown here) with a request for help: 'If anyone recognises themselves in this photograph, I would love to hear from you'. The photograph shows Michael's father, John Few, who was in the Royal Signals, sitting on some stone steps with a large group of children aged between around two to seven years. Written on the back is 'My gang, Sept 1. Katapahar, Darjeeling, Bengal'. Michael thinks that his father's duties may have included acting as a caretaker at a school in Katapahar, and is keen to learn more. Need Facebook Who Wants To Be A Millionaire answers, solutions and cheats? Consult our quick reference chart. Then help us grow more Millionaire cheats!Web oficial de la Universidad de A Coruña. Enlaces a centros, departamentos, servicios, planes de estudios. Top VIdeos. Warning: Invalid argument supplied for foreach() in /srv/users/serverpilot/apps/jujaitaly/public/index.php on line 447. If you can throw further light on the photograph, please e- mail TACA. PERSONAL STORY: WARTIME IN EGYPT AND SOUTH AFRICA, PEACETIME IN ENGLAND AND SINGAPOREThis army child spent much of World War II in Egypt and South Africa, and later lived in England and Singapore.'My name is Daisy Caroline Blythe, née Parris, and I was born in Alexandria, Egypt, in 1. My father, Alfred Leonard James Parris, was in the Royal Army Service Corps (RASC) and married my mother, Georgette Eugenie Youssief, who, according to her birth certificate, was Palestinian, although she, too, was born in Alexandria, Egypt. ![]() ![]() Incidentally, all my mother's family were Roman Catholics.)In 1. South Africa; my father stayed in Egypt. We were all reunited after World War II. I have five sisters, including: Valerie, born near Cairo, Egypt (1. Leonora, born in Palestine (1. Christine, born in Alexandria, Egypt (1. UK. We returned to the UK in 1. After docking in Liverpool, we stayed in a hostel on Lime Street Station (in transit). After that, we were sent to the Isle of Sheppey (in transit). I met my husband, Gordon (also RASC), when my father was posted to Singapore. We married in Singapore in 1. My birth certificate and marriage certificate are both army forms. We have been living in Altea, Spain, since my husband's retirement in 1. Daisy Caroline Blythe (née Parris, b. PERSONAL STORY: WARTIME IN THE UK; PEACETIME IN MALTA, EGYPT AND OXFORDSHIREChris Fussell's army- child experiences included being billeted in a barn in Northern Ireland and witnessing joyful VE and VJ celebrations in Aldershot. Read on to learn more, and see 'PERSONAL STORY: 'EVER HEARD A SHOT FIRED IN ANGER?'' and 'PERSONAL STORY: BULLFROGS, CICADAS AND MACHINE- GUN FIRE IN EGYPT, 1. LIVES & TIMES' page; 'PERSONAL STORY: A MARRIED- QUARTER CRISIS IN EGYPT' on the 'ACCOMMODATION' page; 'PERSONAL STORY: EXPERT FIRST AID IN MALTA', and 'PERSONAL STORY: MAYHEM IN A MALTESE MARRIED QUARTER', below; and the 'SCHOOLING' page ('PERSONAL STORY: MY EDUCATION AS A MARRIED- QUARTERS’ CHILD').'My dad was a pre- war regular soldier, Royal Warwicks [the Royal Warwickshire Regiment]. He enlisted in 1. General Strike. He served in Palestine and India (where my sister, Brenda, was born in Poona, in 1. Alan, my brother, was born in 1. He rose to be a lance sergeant in the Warwicks' signal platoon (heliographs and semaphore, a few new- fangled radio sets?) by 1. He was severely injured at the start of World War II, but was kept on as 'medically downgraded' in extra- regimental work, away from his beloved regiment, until, eventually 1. I was born in Taunton in November 1. I do not remember it much, and we moved on as Dad became, sadly miscast, a military prison warder in MPSC [the Military Provost Staff Corps]. I remember Northern Ireland vividly, where we lived in the country, near Carrickfergus. There were no married quarters there, so the family – Mum and three kids – lived up a ladder in a farm barn. My first girlfriend, Hazel Clark, aged three, lived next door. An older woman!) I do recall slow, wartime train journeys; people living in the Tube stations in London; houses in Liverpool backing on to the railway line split open like dolls' houses, with furniture falling out; being sick on the ferry boats; Mum putting a rather oversized toddler (me) into a pram to push me over the Irish Free State border to buy unrationed bacon, butter and eggs, and then wheeling the pram back, with me sitting precariously on top, past winking Southern Irish and Ulster policemen at the border crossing. Then came Aldershot, North Camp, actually from 1. Dad was a staff sergeant by then, supervising the cookhouses in the legendary 'Glasshouse' military prison. I recall three or four events of note. There were no school dinners then, so we all spent about ninety minutes' dinnertime at home every day. A test pilot from the neighbouring Royal Aircraft Establishment, Farnborough, crashed a captured German jet plane into the school! There was no school for a while. VE [Victory in Europe] and VJ [Victory in Japan] days – hilariously happy Canadian soldiers touring the area in dazzle- painted jeeps, throwing loads of sweets and toys to the kids in married quarters; Hitler and swastikas and rising suns (for Japan) burning in effigy on huge bonfires. Later, prisoners rioted and set fire to the jail and then sat on the glass roof waiting to be rescued! Oh, and the sky did go black with planes and gliders once – our lot en route to the Rhine crossing in March 1. Then, in 1. 94. 7, Malta: sun, sand and swimming. My sailor Uncle Jack coming up from his minesweeper in the Grand Harbour with presents for us from all over the Mediterranean. In 1. 94. 9, a drab married- families' transit camp back in Hull. Dad left the army briefly, then re- enlisted in the RPC [Royal Pioneer Corps]. Fast- forward to 1. Egyptian Canal Zone. Nice flats in Ismailia; riots in 1. Moascar Garrison. More sun, swimming and sand. My sister could not wait to leave school and worked on the garrison telephone exchange. There was an excellent army children's school, a sort of 'proto- comprehensive' really. I was doing O' level GCEs at the age of thirteen. Then it was back to reality and Bicester, Oxon, in 1. Dad's last days in the army. I went to Bicester Grammar School. The girls (I had discovered girls by the age of fourteen!) were all gorgeous and had accents just like Pam Ayres'. Every time I hear her now on the radio, I’m reminded of the back seat of the school bus.)I had dreams of "joining the army and learning a trade" (a recruiting slogan of the day), doing my eight years and then investing my gratuity in a nice little radio shop in the corner of Bicester's Market Square (and maybe settling down with Heather from the hairdressers', next to the butcher's shop where I worked part- time after school). Anyway, I went to the Army Apprentices School, Arborfield, in 1. I met some "army brats" I'd met before around the world. End of life in married quarters for me?’Chris Fussell (b. PERSONAL STORY: EXPERT FIRST AID IN MALTAChris Fussell was living in Malta when, as he recounts below, he found himself benefiting from some expert bandaging skills honed during World War II. To read more about his life as an army child, see above, 'PERSONAL STORY: WARTIME IN THE UK; PEACETIME IN MALTA, EGYPT AND OXFORDSHIRE', and below, 'PERSONAL STORY: MAYHEM IN A MALTESE MARRIED QUARTER', and visit the 'LIVES & TIMES' page ('PERSONAL STORY: 'EVER HEARD A SHOT FIRED IN ANGER?'' and 'PERSONAL STORY: BULLFROGS, CICADAS AND MACHINE- GUN FIRE IN EGYPT, 1.
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