Page 20 - recollections of a life in Porthleven

Again I can not remember much of these days, only getting stung by the
stinging nettles and crying. Dad telling me to get some dock leaves to rub
over the stings. Did this work? I think by the time I found the dock leaves
and finished crying the stinging had stopped. But I still remember the white
spots on my arms and legs. Also each time I went to the allotment I am sure
I would have got stung again and yes off again I would go looking for the
dock leaves.

Life changes so much. With my Mother's death life changed for us all, my
father, older sister, and my younger brother. We moved into Trewarvas with
my grandmother and grandfather. Dad must have gone through hell (sorry
for using the word). But with the great help given by dear friends from
Gibson Way and the villagers from Porthleven I am sure my father was given
great support. (Tears are now rolling from my eyes.)

Trewarvas, back to where my first story started. Strange but where it finished
last time with the passing of my grandfather. There is a period in time which
I cannot remember.

Dad finished working at the docks at Falmouth and went to R.N.A.S
Culdrose, why I am not sure. Was it the hours were better for him as he had
to look after his 3 children? With the help of his mother and father of course.

Better times came back for my Father. He was a player in Porthleven Town
Band playing the Euphonium I believe. Yes my father's life improved. It
looked that way as he was smiling, whistling. But what was he thinking?