Wednesday, 10 December 2014

A new review for I Think I Prefer the Tinned Variety

Over on the Amazon Book Page there's a new review for I Think I Prefer the Tinned Variety.

A reader called Maisie's Mum has enjoyed reading the book and very kindly taken the time to write a review. 


I loved this comment:"Reading between the lines, Norman emerges as a sweet, thoughtful young man determined to do 'his bit'."


For me that sums up everything I've ever read about the lives of ordinary people during that era as well as my dad.


You can read a sample of I Think I Prefer the Tinned Variety on the Amazon Book Page and get the download for your Kindle. If you don't read with a Kindle did you know that there is a free Kindle App for tablet, mobile phone, iPad etc which works just as well as a Kindle. You can find out about it here on the Amazon website.


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Wednesday, 29 October 2014

An interview at Words Unlimited

You might be interested to read my interview for 
Words Unlimited 
about 
I Think I Prefer the Tinned Variety.

Author Julia Hughes 
asked me some really interesting and thought provoking questions.


Follow this link to read the interview:

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Don't Leave It Too Late

In recent months I've been researching the lives of some of my ancestors during the First World War. You can read about them at Writing a Family History First World War Stories if you follow this link.


When I was researching the background to I Think I Prefer the Tinned Variety: The Diary of a Petty Officer in the Fleet Air Arm during World War II I learned how the Fleet Air Arm contributed to the First World War:

The Royal Navy had an air section from 1903 which was utilised during the First World War for spotting, signalling and reconnaissance. It was combined in 1918 with the Royal Flying Corps to form the Royal Air Force. By 1919, naval air power had been hugely reduced to a very small number of aircraft:  reconnaissance planes, torpedo bombers, fighter planes, sea planes and flying boats. 

And how it evolved in the years prior to WW2:

In 1924 there was a policy change at the Admiralty and it was decided that all observers and 70% of pilots of navy planes would be naval personnel. In February 1927 the name of Naval Air Branch was instituted and by July 1937 all aircraft in warships were back under the control of the Admiralty. By May 1939 the Admiralty had full and complete control of all naval flying and with its Headquarters at Lee-on-Solent, in Hampshire, the Fleet Air Arm was born.

My dad, Norman Buckle, kept this cutting with his diary and photographs. I think he expected to be on an aircraft carrier when he joined the Fleet Air Arm and was probably disappointed to be sent to a shore base in West Africa. Of course, I don't know because he never talked about his wartime experiences and as a young person I wasn't particularly bothered anyway. My interest only came much later when I started reading his diary by which time he had long since gone to meet his maker taking his memories with him.


A similar thing happened with my mother-in-law, Rose Murray. As I explained in the introduction to Writing a Family History On-Line:

Rose was full of joie de vivre throughout her sixties and at times it was difficult to keep up with her. She made her first plane trip when she was sixty eight years old to accompany her friend on a family visit to the U.S.A. She had a whale of a time visiting tourist destinations in Boston and New York; lounging at the side of the family's large outdoor swimming pool; getting food from a drive-thru; and smoking pot for the one and only time in her life.

In her seventies she started to slow down and her memories were of places and people from her recent past; in her eighties she started to go back in her reminiscences to the war years. Her tales of the London Blitz, evacuation as a munitions factory worker and make-do-and-mend were often full of humour, tragedy and fascinating information.

She lived until she was ninety eight and, as she aged, her memories and her demeanour became more childlike. We have one last impression of Rose: she was sitting on the side of her bed in the residential home where she passed her final years and singing, in the plaintive voice of a little Cockney sparrow, the songs she had learned in childhood. Although her grasp on reality had become extremely slender she was word-perfect in the songs.

We had encouraged her to write down her life's story and aged about ninety two she made a start. Too late! She couldn't sustain the interest or the concentration and so all we have is a short memoir about her schooldays. You can read it here if you wish.

It may be that you want to capture your own memories or you too have elderly relatives and friends with a story to tell before it's too late. You don't have to go for a full blown biography or autobiography: using social media and the Internet you can record and share with old and young anywhere in the world.