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I was born in June 1939. My dad was in the British Army in the Transport Section and was sent to war in September 1939, when I was only 4 months old. Periodically, my father came home on leave. He always seemed to arrive in Cleckheaton during the night when the house was fully locked up. As he didn't want to wake everyone in the house, his only possible method of entry was to climb down the coal 'ole. As you can imagine, due to his unothodox entry, he got quite dirty climbing over the coal pieces. My most vivid memories of my father during those early years, were of his coal-smeared face suddenly appearing in front of me as I awoke. In retrospect, I found it very funny, but at the time I just thought that was the way my dad came into the house.

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