Bomb Alley Kid No page 6
Whilst we live in Wales Mum and I start to use the local trains to visit other parts of Wales.such as Colwyn Bay, Llanduno,Porthmadog,sometime we take Gorden and his britherAlunwho are now good mates of mine and of my Mum,I have even had tea with themand they with me, we also go the the pictures { Movies } but I am not really excepted by the majority of the other Welsh kids,but who cares they are not worth bothering about anyway, or the teacher, who still tends to ignore me, and just speaks in Welsh, so I am not being tought very much,except that the Welsh dont like the English very much but I think they are ignorant people and live in the past.My Dad has written to say he may be able to come up and see us in a few days time as he has some leave to come,this good and I cant wait to see him,then on one Friday evening there is a knock on the door just as we are getting ready for bed,the lady that we stay with answers it,then runs up the stairs to tell mum there is a man who wishes to see her,Mum new all along that it would be dad, but had not said anything to me so that it would be a lovely supprise,I can hear someone comming up the stairs and I just think this is Mum returning to our room,but when the door opens to our room its my Dad who comes through,I cant believe it and throw my armes around him and give him a big big hug and start to cry because I am so happy to see him after all this time, also my Dad is nearly crying as well,it is a very emotional time for us all.Dad has two suitcases with him and asks me to start opening one of them to unpack it,as I start to unpack it I find under some of the clothes there is a wooden box about eighteen inchs square,and six inches deep I ask dad what itis and he says to open,so I take off the lid and when i do I find there are lots of toy soldiers for me to play with,then under a layer of cotton wool there is a scale model of a Sunderland Flyingboat all opainted silver and with the roundels of the R A F on it.that Dad has made for me,and he says it is made from Bolsawood that they use in the factory when they make a mock up the real piece that they want made for some part of the plane or to alter a piece before moulding it in Aluminium.he has also put the date on it like a registration No.1944.under more cotton wool there is another model plane this is of a spitfire, and also an American mustang fighter plane, all the aircraft have ben made to scale from plans.that Dad has,I really cant find words to thank him so very much he just says it to thank me for looking after Mum, and helping her while we have been apart.thats tipical of my dad he would find something like that to say because thats my dad.he rally is a great dad and he still found time to make these thing for me even thogh he must have very busy delivering the parts for the real planes,I shall always treasure these all of my life { I still have these even now } I wont play with these because I may break some parts off them if I do, so will keep them as display models while Dad is her with us we go for walks, and play bowles on the local bowling green,which makes the centre of the Square where we stay.at No. fifteenthe square.Bleanau Ffestinog. We also go to that cinema shed,I tell Dad how they seem to hate the English up here,and that I only have two friends Gorden and Allun,I tell him that even the teacher only speaks Welsh although she can speak english, so dad says not tolet it bother me because he thinks the war will not last verymuch longer.as the American and British troops are taking more and more ground in france everyday,so the news is good and so just stick it out for a little while longer,and we will be able to come home,also they are re-building our house back home.but dads leave is comming to an end and he will have to return back to Chatham and his job.with Short Brothers.How I wish Mum and iI could go with him, and leave this place.next day Mum and I help dad to pack the cases again, to be readyto catch the train tomorrow morning and I hear my Dad say to Mum while we are having our tea,that the Germans have a new kind of bomb which we call a V. I. rocket which is packed with high explosives and are being fired off towards London,the trouble with these things is one nver knows where or when they are going to come down,so you have now warning they are coming they are launched up into the air to agreat hight ,and so cant be detected by radar,and planes cant catch them because no one knows where they are or when they are on their way.
In the morning we walk Dad to the station with sadness as we shall miss him so very much it has been great to have him with us again, even if it was a very short visit.Mum and I cant help but to cry as we wave goodbye to Dad as the train pulls out of the station,once the train is out of site we walk slowly back to our room.\mum says that come to-morrow we will take a train to the seaside,and take Gorden an Allun with us.after this day,and ariveing back after our day outI look at my Soldiers and the three planes that dad made for me and again I cant help but start to cry myself to sleep thinking of my dad, and how happy we all were being together again.next morning I ask Gordens Mum if he and Allun can come with Mum and I as we are going to Porthmadog and the sea,she says yes, so we spend the day playing on the beach and walking around the town looking in the shops.and having tea, then we have to catch the train back to Bleanau.On the radio the news is good because we are still pushing the German army back in France,Mum aranges another train trip for us to-morrow to a town called Colwyn Bay another seaside town Gorden and Allun come with us again and we have a nice day out once again We decide to go fishing in the river near where we stay and catch some little stickle backs and put them into a jarwhich I take back to our room and put them next to my planes on the sideboard,tomooow will try to draw one of the mountains called Moelwyn Mawr { meaning big } and the other one called Moelwyn Bach, { meaning Small }so this i do and draw in my book that I bought in Porthmafog { and I still have these to-day }
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