We left our home in '44,
When I was only 10,
To live by Blackpool's sandy shore,
And start our lives again.
Away from bombs and sleepless nights,
That filled my heart with dread.
Surrounded by new friends, new sights,
Fresh fields and paths to tread.
Now as the years have hurried by,
And I am slowing down.
I keep within my memory's eye,
Fond thoughts of Bolton town. By Peter Balshaw
Sutherland Road, Blackpool
Converted for the new archive on 14 July 2000. Some images and formatting may have been lost in the conversion.
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