Today would have been my Father's birthday.
He was born March 2nd 1901
sadly I last saw him when I left England in 1966. He died in 1973. He never saw his grandchildren by his youngest daughter.
What do I remember about him
He worked so hard. Too hard.
If he had sixpence in his pocket and you needed it - he gave it to you. Maybe thats where I get my lack of materialistic thoughts from.
- He loved to garden. I can still go back in time whenever I smell a home grown tomato We would collect the horse manure from the milkman's horse, so long as the neighbours didn't get there first
- He always lamented the fact that he lost a brother and brother in law in the 1st War World. He was too young to fight in the 1st and too old in the 2nd. But I think he was in something called the Home Guard
- He saved and would take us for one weeks holiday to the seaside EVERY year. In a motor car my Uncle lent him (Uncle owned a garage)
- He smoked and almost died when I was young, but gave up smoking.... but it had done its damage in the end
- He helped me cover the bottom of Chess Pieces in felt for The Scot.
- He paid for me to get married. Guess I should explain..... the Scot had forgotten his money and so my father offered to pay the Registry fee. This was at the Church and it was paid then.
- He told The Scot to look after me when we left for our new life in Australia.
- I think he would have been proud of me, he taught me well. He never raised a hand to me, but oh boy he could control me with one look.
Happy Birthday Father..... Albert Edward Tredwell...... rest peacefully..... you deserve to.