- Contributed by听
- A7431347
- People in story:听
- Raymond Fermor
- Location of story:听
- East Peckham, Kent
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A5089782
- Contributed on:听
- 15 August 2005
I'll never forget my father returning from the war to our home in East Peckham in Kent. I was about nine at the time. He'd been out in Burma, away from home for nearly all the war while we were evacuated to Staffordshire. The date was set for his return, but we didn't know what time it would happen. There was a joyful atmosphere around the place, though.
And then, there he was, pulling up in a taxi. I was over the moon! He took me to school -- it was a great feeling to have MY DAD TAKING ME TO SCHOOL! But there was a distance between us. He wasn't a stranger, but there was this distance. Over the years, I overcame it, though. I had a car, and he didn't, so I was able to take him to watch cricket matches!
THIS MEMORY HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE SITE BY JOHN YOUNG OF 大象传媒 SOUTH EAST, ON BEHALF OF RAYMOND FERMOR. MR FEMOR UNDERSTANDS THE SITE'S TERMS AND CONDITIONS.
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