The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Huntingdon or are about Huntingdon itself.
Protecting The Innocent
Author:
Robert Lewis
of Swansea
I am sometimes called an activist but I am a peaceful one. Thousands of people know me as Big Bob.
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My Nights Of Hell
Author:
Laurie Kemp
of Carlisle
The ultimate night of horror saw a direct hit on the pub that stood on the corner of the High Street. The next day I stood and gazed at a building with one side completely blown out, a sad giant-size doll's house with yet undamaged pictures still hanging on upstairs walls.
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Village School Memory (Circa 1943)
Author:
Margaret Faulkner
of Huntingdon
In the still and silent classroom, with all attention focused upon them, the child would then have to approach her desk, whereupon she would solemnly tear off two pieces of the hard, crisp and very rustly paper and present it to the child, who would then have to walk out of the room with as much dignity as they could muster.
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Fashion Victim
Author:
Margaret Faulkner
of Huntingdon
We had invited my friend from work and her husband to dinner, along with another couple. Both women were pretty, fashionable and not wanting to be out done I'd bought a new dress and decided to see how I could look more trendy by adding a set of sweeping false eyelashes.
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Spring Tides
Author:
Margaret Faulkner
of Huntingdon
Les was leaning against the rail and I was slightly behind him as we discussed the power of the sea and the amazing heights it had reached to put out the lights. Then I saw a wave begin to build, it looked like bigger than anything we had seen before, Les turned to me to express his astonishment and in a split second I realised that this wave wasn't going to break harmlessly, but was going to wash over the rails, so I began to run.
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May Day (A Memory Of The 1940s)
Author:
Margaret Faulkner
of Huntingdon
Miss Leppard played the tune again while all the children paid homage to the Queen by filing past to bow and curtsy. The boys, uncomfortable with their Brylcreemed hair and clad in their best clothes, would take this golden opportunity to stick out their tongue at the Queen as they bowed. The Queen would try desperately to look regal whilst attempting to suppress her giggles at their disrespect.
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