The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Bournemouth or are about Bournemouth itself.
It's Not My Turn
Author:
Jill Sititson
of Bournemouth
The 10 days that I had to wait for the results of the biopsy which would tell me whether the breast cancer had spread were the longest of my life.
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It Could have Been me
Author:
Liz Smith
of Bournemouth
I tried to cut my toast but it splintered into fragments. I took a big gulp of tea, as I did so there was the sound of an almighty explosion. Plates and cutlery went spinning down the table.
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My Introduction to Adult Education
Author:
Frances Hirons
of Bournemouth
What a thrill it was 18 months ago to see the church records in Llanridian, Gower, a copy of the marriage certificate of my great grandparents in March, 1834.
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The Reluctant Migrant
Author:
Sheri Robins
of Bournemouth
Formalities were completed. Belongings sold or packed into crates to be shipped later. Many tears were shed. Mine. My children didn't really understand what was happening, neither did I. The day of departure finally dawned.
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Chestnuts, Cemeteries and an Angel named John
Author:
Margaret Penwarden
of Bournemouth
Total panic. I had trouble breathing. My heart thumped, my blood pounded. Cardiac arrest was imminent. I was alone in a cemetery in a part of the country where I knew no-one. How had this stranger found me? How did he know my name?
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Christian's Story
Author:
Geraldine Elliot-Smith
of Bournemouth
My poor daughter was completely inconsolable and had to be hushed for the sake of other mothers visiting their babies.
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Healthy Healing
Author:
Coleen B Gallagher
of Bournemouth
I was feeling so tense that my shoulders were almost touching my ears! What was going to happen next?
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In At The Deep End
Author:
David Lawrence Preston
of Bournemouth
A tubby man in his early 40s entered the bar, crossed the room and looked around with an air of authority. ''Hello guys... are we all here?'' he started, then he spotted me. ''Hi, I'm Donald," he announced. "We're in the blue room this evening,'' he announced. ''Appropriate, hey?''
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The Hunting Trip
Author:
Bruce Lewsey
of Bournemouth
The party of about 50 people lined up, suddenly quiet as the tension mounted. I was alongside my father, who was in charge of the beaters. At last, everyone was in position. My father blew a whistle and all hell broke loose.
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Borneo, North Hampshire
Author:
Steve Daniels
of Bournemouth
By way of reply Richard pulled the little pup tent from his haversack. We laid it out on the bank and duly inspected all the ropes and pegs and support struts, wild with excitement at the thought of our first night camping out under the stars.
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