My first holiday memory is of going to Morecambe, I must have been about 3 years
old. My aunty had moved there before the war. She married and stayed there with
her husband’s parents who had a boarding house. When they died my aunty and
uncle took over the running of the business. He was a distant relation of Eric
Morecambe, the well known comedian, and when he was young Eric Bartholomew,
as he was known then, would go to their house and sing and dance for them.
By the time I was born they had sold the boarding house and moved to a more
affluent part of Morecambe called Scale Hall. My uncle had a fresh fish business
which he ran from home and had a pony and trap to get around. I remember him
boiling shrimps and mixing them with butter, putting them into little pots and selling
them on his fish round.
I loved the beach and the piers and remember how far out the tide seemed to be one
minute, then it would catch us out and come quickly up onto the beach. The
illuminations were also great and Happy Mount Park was fabulous, especially the
Japanese garden and the little bridge where my sisters would get me to pose for
photos. There was also a park in Lancaster, this wasn’t far from Morecambe, and it
had lovely gardens and a massive monument called the Ashton Memorial.
Sadly I don’t have any family left in Morecambe now but recently my daughter
decided we should have a trip down memory lane and visit all the places I used to go
to as a child. The strange thing is – nothing seemed to have changed much to me.