Dai Jazz
23 Autobiography
Continuing the series of my pictorial autobiography. This is Grove Road in Bridgend. As previously stated when I left Police Training School I was posted to Bridgend, so I needed somewhere to live. I was put in touch with an elderly widow who was looking to take in a lodger for the first time to supplement her income. Mrs Cooper was a wonderful woman and one of life's angels who treated me like the son she never had. I lived there for 12 months. Unfortunately after I left and got married her next lodger (another Policeman) was a bit of an A*se and took advantage of her generosity. He didn't last there for long and alas she never took in another lodger.
One of the great disappointments of my life was she passed away suddenly and was buried whilst I was abroad on a summer holiday and I never knew until I returned.
All my images are © All Rights Reserved, and must not be used without my expressed permission via Email dai.jazz42@gmail.com
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23 Autobiography
Continuing the series of my pictorial autobiography. This is Grove Road in Bridgend. As previously stated when I left Police Training School I was posted to Bridgend, so I needed somewhere to live. I was put in touch with an elderly widow who was looking to take in a lodger for the first time to supplement her income. Mrs Cooper was a wonderful woman and one of life's angels who treated me like the son she never had. I lived there for 12 months. Unfortunately after I left and got married her next lodger (another Policeman) was a bit of an A*se and took advantage of her generosity. He didn't last there for long and alas she never took in another lodger.
One of the great disappointments of my life was she passed away suddenly and was buried whilst I was abroad on a summer holiday and I never knew until I returned.
All my images are © All Rights Reserved, and must not be used without my expressed permission via Email dai.jazz42@gmail.com
Please leave a comment.