My first memory is of trying to navigate around the galaxy to Mars – no, not high on magic mushrooms, just playing in the back bedroom in the dark because, when we moved in, there were no lightbulbs.
Some memories are so important that they need to be remembered. My parents moved into Brooklyn Stores in November 1957, at some after that, when we had settled in, they had a shop sign made up and attached to the porch. The signwriter was Fred Edwards, better remembered with affection as Fred the bus. I also remember his father, George driving the brown and cream coach, George Edwards & Son, Bwlchgwyn.