The Autobiography of Dave Kershaw

The first bit of this is very short. My relationship with my grandparents was minimal. My Mum's mum and my Dad's dad were both dead before I was born. My Mum's dad lived with her sister in a council flat in Bolton. He had very little in common with my parents and didn't have anything at all to do with me. My Dad's mum lived with his sister, who moved around the country while her husband looked for the ideal teaching job. The first address I knew was Barnstaple in Devon (never saw her there), then Millom and Whicham in Cumbria, where my grandmother died. I was 8, and remember it was 1965 as that was the year Churchill died. Again, although a fairly friendly person, we never had any deep or meaningful conversations!