My next chapter of experience came about in a rather sad way. My parents left Sheffield in the late 1950’s, very soon after I had married. They moved to Jersey in the Channel Islands, a place where we had spent many wonderful holidays.
My father was becoming quite unwell. He suffered from spinal issues related to his former job in the steel works along with lung and chest difficulties. My mother was a dress-maker who could work privately at home or in shops doing alterations. She decided to go over to Jersey and check out the possibilities for work and accommodation. They were definitely not retiring as we weren’t that well off!
My mum was convinced she’d find work – she was a very talented dress-maker and copied fashions from magazines and films. In my teens I was always the best dressed girl at the City Hall Saturday dances.
At this time in the Fifties restrictions on moving to the Channel Islands were not as limiting as they later became. So, off they went and found a flat and jobs. The flat was above a jeweller, an old established firm which took care of clocks in public buildings. After a chat my Dad was trained up to drive around to various locations and tending to their locks – winding and cleaning. It was an ideal role for his circumstances and he loved pottering around in his small, aged Morris car. Unfortunately, he soon became very ill and was diagnosed with lung cancer. He only lasted a few short months in Jersey. I was there with my toddler daughter for the final weeks.
My Mum had built up a good business but was finding life very stressful. I had a brother, ten years younger than me, who went to live with her for a short while. He had trained as a photographer and very quickly found a job. Eventually Mum decided to try out the Bed and Breakfast trade. She rented a lovely old house and quickly became established…
To be continued. Bye for now!
Gran E Bakes 