Dancing days

I would have been about 2 or 3 when myself, my sister Beverley and my two older brothers Roy (12 and Ray 14) would walk from our house in Roebuck to the Old Town… invariably I was carried. We went all together on Saturday morning to tap dancing lessons in the working mens club.Now, I might be confused here, but I believe that there was a siren sounded for probably 12 mid-day and as a kid I was petrified… I always thought it was a ”air raid warning.” Both my parents had fought in the war so perhaps their stories influenced my imagination.

I remember I had red tap shoes with laces and these were forever coming undone resulting in the routine being stopped so one of my brothers could tie them up. Was this a ruse to have a break? Who knows!

I also remember the snooker table.. well really the green shades illuminating the baize… held some fascination for me… probably because it was forbidden to touch it.

Ah! just remembered the teachers name… Mrs Salisbury!!