My first memory it is looking out of the window, I know it is my first memory because I know the house I was on it I was looking out of the window of a small house in north wales where I was living between the age of not and just after two and looking through the window and I am looking towards to the other side of the state has been build and it is the house we are going to move into. I feel my mother there and also I am imaging my sister and my father are also there and that my mother is pregnant but that’s because my other sister born when we moved to the other house. The window as view from the sky also and lot of browny orange brick and there is a grey road at the bottom and there is a window that it is like a such window with white frame that could raise up but the window frame is down so there is a white bottom frame across the middle and crouching on something to look at the window and pressed up almost to the glass and I am really excited about the house has been build.
I was on holiday with my family in Cornwall in a caravan park and we were playing some sort of game with the ball, the ball when into big bin or something like that and I went to get it and I fall in the bin I don’t know it just pop up in my head and I haven’t thought about that for a long time and that it is much it
When I was a child, I was born in 1939 I didn’t know about the war but I know about the disturbance that create in my life I know about my sleep was always disturb by running out of the house into the garage-shelter which it was a massive hole it was massive to me at the time corrugated to fair with earth and grass put on top of it we have to jump down deep hole into the shelter and we have benches around the site as we were a large family I supposed we were on of the lucky ones to have a shelter on the garden but all I remember it is the sounds that emanated from outside if we heard aeroplanes more or less scrinchs on the corner and hug each other the terrible noise from overhead of the siren it is the first thing it wake us up and we knew we have to run outside into the garden and we wait and wait and the hour timeless my mum used to tap songs on the corrugated iron with the wedding ring we use to have to guess all the nursery rhythms or songs that she was trying to make us busy and occupied and then the glory of glories it was “all clear” when we were hearing all clear we could go back into our home and come back to bed. I guess it is because I don’t sleep through the night even now.
My memory on holiday with my parents in Rumania. I was about 4 years old at the time. And we were climbing this mountain, I don’t know it is so clear on my mind, I was climbing this mountain and I was getting really thirsty, I was so use to to have soft drinks and so on but Rumania at that time only had fizzy water without sugar on it or alcohol in this remote place we were at that.s my strong memory of going to the mountain to this cabin bar place and not be able to get a soft drink such as vivid memory of this cabin and mountain
The second memory I have I was probably younger I guess I would be younger is of pushing my grandfather on the pushchair down the drive towards the house I could only been less that three years old then so that’s it is a strong image I have , I don’t know if it is a true image or made image I don’t know but certainly I have the image of pushing him down the drive soon after he died so that stuck in my mind very much
Oh my first visual memory! … I don’t know if it is my first visual memory , but I seem to remember one of my earliest visual memories, it was a painting, I thought that it was a painting at the time in my Grandma house, I called her Grandma but for all of us we call her mama, so in mamma’s house there was this painting. I just remember it. Sort of obsessed with it I suppose, I looked at I was always interested and years later I realised that it was not a painting it was actually a cheap sort of reproduction thing, one of those, well actually it became quiet a bit kitsch, quiet cliché accessible thing that you could buy at Woolworths the one she had was the crying boy with the guitar that famously use on the cover of beautiful south album, it was a hit album, she had a couple of them she had the crying boy, the green lady I feel to remember she had a girl with big eyes holding mandolin or something like that . I grow up with this image and when I was a teenager one before I thought I would like to go to art school which actually did, I have tried to painted but in my mind eye I thought it would be absolutely easy as I was so familiar with it . So I tried to painted and it was disastrous it didn’t look like it, it was horrible I only draw it but the drawings were horrible. So use to draw , scroll and draw again and scroll I never get it reproduced it mama has passed away now , I would like that painting but I didn’t get it but funny enough, unconditionally I think I was looking for it and I think I got it on a recycling centre, it is of cap thing peoples drop away without thinking about it when I discovered on the centre it was a real find for me I got it in my house and mean lots to me not my first visual memory but definitely one of the earliest ones.