Family Homes

Be it ever so humble……

We lived in ten different family quarters and hireings in four different countries; England, Wales, Kenya and Germany, over a period of sixteen years. There was a semi detached house in Wrecsam (below), our first home, followed by quarters in Shorncliffe, Windsor, Maidstone and Perham Down and a stay with grandparents in Durham.


This was followed by a posting to Kenya where our family home was a bungalow (see picture below) now owned by the Kenyan Army and still used as family quarters.

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After Kenya we lived in another semi in Tidworth until we moved to a flat in Detmold, Germany (see last picture). Some were homes were for six or nine months, others for three or five years ( later in Dad’s career). I can’t remember the first home in Wrecsam, we left there when I was three, but I remember the others. In fact the houses help me fix the timings of other events and memories.

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5 thoughts on “Family Homes

  1. Thanks for the follow. Am interested to see your Kenyan home – not in a formal compound as most expats would expect, but in the bush? Do you remember much about it?

    • Hello Tish, I saw your post about Kenya a while ago and thought I was already following you (:) Luckily your name came up again on my blog with an easy link. I am always interested in Kenya. Yes, I do remember quite a lot about Kenya and re-visited in 2006. I was quite surprised myself at how few houses there are in that area although the town of Gilgil a mile or so down the road has trebled in size.There was a fence round the married quarters in our day but I don’t remember it being guarded, only the barracks on the other side of the quarters had guards. I was thinking of posting something soon about my memories as I’ve been working on my vegetable garden, my “shamba” and I always think of Kenya when I’m in the garden. And many other times besides:)

  2. Sorry, for some reason, it’s taken me until now to get back to your response. Anyway, now I can picture your former Kenya location better. We never turned off the highway to Gilgil but went past it a few times. Yes, working in one’s shamba, that memory does not fade, does it. Once when G and I were on the Kikuyu farms, a man introduced us to his elderly, but very upright mother, apologising that she only spoke Kikuyu. She shook my hand with an iron grip and then said something to her son. He grinned and said ‘She says you have strong hands and can stay and dig’. One of those moments you treasure. I would be very interested to know more about your 2006 re-visit, and how Kenya struck you then. You should definitely write a post on that.

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