Yowling My Head Off at the Old Bury Hospital
I arrived in our lovely town in October 1952, probably yowling my head off, at the old West Suffolk Hospital, Bury St Edmunds.
Several generations down the line, my families have lived here forever. I spent all my formative years in Bury, schooling and work. My family have had restaurants and sandwich shops in town. My father’s cousin had a fish shop behind what was Woolies. I spent happy days with my Grandparents: – learnt a lot through their stories of past Bury.
Abbey Garden Days
I spent days walking around town, playing in the Abbey Gardens, was a member of St Johns ambulance brigade was in many parades.
Then the travelling bug took hold, I even lived on Malta for a time, but wherever I’ve been, it was always back to Bury for me. It’s just a lovely historical town with many merits. I have many dear friends and family still in Bury. I met my husband in town.
Now I am living in Yorkshire, enjoying a very happy retirement. I often come home and I want to join one of the evening meetings and get to know some more of you Bury friends…