MEMORIES
Regarding your June issue, where you talked about preserving memories before they disappear, here are some which might be of interest.
My dad, now gone, was a lorry driver all his life and drove pretty-much everything from the smallest to the biggest of lorries. MY memories are of talking to him years ago, and skipping school to be in the cab with him.
We lived in Bermondsey, South London, which was then a haven for lorries, and my dad drove for a firm called Cannons General Haulage where he had a brand-new Thames Trader. Bliss! He also drove Bedford TKs and the Thrupenny-bit cab Austin. When work finished for the day in winter we used to stand round an old oil drum full of wood, keeping us warm.
Just around the corner from our home there was a puband breakfast for the trampers and other long distance drivers. I recall BRS, Albion Chieftains and Leyland Octopuses, and there was a firm from somewhere up north called Nightingales who ran various Fodens plus AEC Mammoths and Atkinson Borderers.
