The 1950’s were exciting!
My Dad was a Scenic Artist with The Court Players, a theatrical company which (by the nature of their work) were often moving around the country as seasonal contracts changed. His responsibilities included the design and painting of the scenery for the shows being presented.
Mum and Dad’s recollections of “home” included numerous lodgings from the Midlands, to North Wales and to the North East and North West coasts of England. Constantly moving around did not provide opportunities for me to have many friends however, it did give me a high degree of independence.
It was in 1950 that I had my first adventure! It was at Bridlington, when I would have been almost 4 years old. I was about to experience the world!
We were in lodgings there when someone asked “Where’s the little lad? I haven’t seen him for a while.” Thence began a thorough search of the house, the garden, and the street outside but there was no sign of me. Then the search broadened as people went off on their bikes, and in their cars.
I had decided to go off on my own so I took my little friend Arberbar (phonetic) and went off down the road. Arberbar was what I called my pillow, which tended to go everywhere with me.
I was eventually found at Bridlington railway station, clutching Arberbar and pointing through the iron railings saying “Trains! Trains!” As Dad remembered the situation “We don’t know how you did it. The station was well over a mile away and you had to cross a main road to get there!”
They think that I must have heard the trains and decided to investigate. What an adventure I must have had!