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 1. G LADYS B OLTON CELEBRATED HER 104 TH BIRTHDAY ON 17 TH THIS MONTH, SURPRISE GUESTS WERE THE P RINCE OF W ALES, AND HER 7

ISSUE: 001

February 2010

SISTERS COMING TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 30 YEARS!

 2. W INNER WINNER , CHICKEN DINNER! A LICE F RANKLING COMPETED IN A FIERCE WORDSEARCH THAT WON HER A MEAL OUT FOR 2 AT THE FOX I NN.  3. S AD NEWS COMES AS DORETHY HALIDAY RETURNS TO HOSPITAL FOR ANOTHER OPERATION ON HER BOWEL CANCER. A LL OUR FINGERS ARE CROSSED DOT .

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~ Story Time ~ Mary’s Journey To Glasgow... It was late summer 1943 and London was being hit by a new wave of bombs called V1s.There were four of us in my family and my father, who was over the age for War service, together with my mother, got us prepared for what was to come. Clothes, gas masks, ration books. Off we went to Paddington Station, still not knowing our final destination. Each child was also given what looked like a dog biscuit square, full of holes and very hard. Curiosity got the better of us and some of us took a bite. UGGGH, were the only sounds after that. So, when the officials backs were turned, we all took turns in going to the open window and threw them

out. It was a fair journey travelling up to Glasgow. One by one people chose the children they wanted. My youngest sister and I were picked out by a youngish couple. However, when the official came to remove us I stood my ground announcing that my mother had said we were all to stay together. 'My dear' he said, 'Nobody can take all four of you'. Then loomed a fat lady who said 'I'll take him', whereupon a small voice from the interior of the van said 'I'm not going with her'. Who just happened to be my brother, cap askew, decidedly grubby, totally fed up with it all and picking his nose. {continued on the back..}

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March Birthdays: Doris, Johnny, Patrick and Gladys’s. Trips: Canal boating (the seagull trust) & Spring walk through Kinning Park. Activities: Salsa dancing, Flower arranging and the well-known March fayre. Church: Easter Service with Rev McDonald from Orkney.


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School was the next step once we were settled. Unfortunately the local children did not take kindly to an invasion of Cockney kids sharing their school and made it plain that we were not welcome. It, therefore, turned out to be us against them, not that there was any real violence, just tit for tat. I must admit that some of the London kids were naughty at times and even downright unruly when the opportunity arose. So time went on and it seemed that we had been away for ages. Occasionally

my parents had managed to pay a visit to see how we were, relaying any information of sorts to those who couldn't come up. As for myself, it fell to me, being the eldest, to write home, letting mum and dad know how things were going, also telling them I had received the pocket money which they sent when they could. We all had our ups and downs, even in the comparative calm of a Scottish village. For instance, the man of the house where I was billeted worked in the docks, which was a crucial job in wartime. He did like a pint or two and would then come home a bit the worse for wear, falling up the stairs and scaring the life out of us. The family McEwen’s with whom we were staying decided to go away for the

day, asking us if we wanted to go with them. Of course we said no, knowing we would have the house to ourselves. Once they had gone, we instantly went to the cupboards and grabbed all the ingredients we could, I’d wanted to bake a cake, but had never been allowed, the outcome was probably why. After putting the cake into the oven we went upstairs put the record player on and danced our hearts away forgetting about everything. Before we knew it they were back, We were caught red handed and didn’t we get a smacking for it. As for the cake, a smoldering pancake, as we hadn’t used a base. Oh those were the days….

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The legend of the Loch Ness Monster started around the year 565 when St. Columba claimed to see a dragon

J OKE : What did the left nut say to the right nut? The guy in the middle thinks he is so hard!

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A committee is a group that keeps minutes and loses hours. - Milton Berle Created by Luke Taylor (Activities Co-ordinator)

Carer Laura Billsden wins this months Wacky Award, for most adventurous (crazy) hair style!

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