Bernard Goodwin was born during the Second World War,on the 1st August 1940, at Heanor in Derbyshire. Educatedat Heanor Grammar School, his career was spent working at Cinemas and Theatres throughout the Midlands. He still lives in the same home as he did back in the 1940's.

Hello Rob:
On the Anniversary of the September 11th happenings in the USA, this came into my head in the hospital waiting room, but you might think it a little morbid for your site.
I wouldn't be offended if you decided not to use it.
Hope you are well, I am doing great, they gave me two years, and I'm now on my third! Ernest Munson my friend is now 84, we have 4 web sites all available from our major pageat:
http://www.bumpkinproductions.co.uk

Best wishes.
Bernard Goodwin and Ernest Munson
'The Dynamic Duo in Derbyshire'
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People find it hard to believe, when I tell them that Ihave lived in the same house for sixty two years, and that I have never wanted to live anywhere else. I have happy memories of my father coming home from the coal mine, and bathing in a tin bath in the kitchen.

Percy was a local backward chap, who knocked on the back door when your coal had been delivered, and for just two shillings, would shovel the whole ton into the coalhouse.

In 1951 we bought the property from the National Coal Board for three hundred pounds, with an acre of garden, and the first thing my parents did was to take out a loan for another hundred pounds, so we could have electricity installed.

Traders came to the door then, the local farmer brought our milk, and a travelling general store on wheels, built on an old Morris lorry, carried everything, from paraffin to gas mantles, along with pots and pans.

Twice a week my father and I would go to the radio shop in town, and take the 'accumulator' off the radio set tobe charged, and bring back a couple of flat battery packs,so we could listen to the BBC.

Then we invested in an upstairs bathroom, so we didn't have to cross the yard to the outside lavatory as they were called. People were friendlier then, and we could go to town and leave the door shut, but not locked, and thingswould be the same on return.

On Sunday nights our next door but one neighbour would come and collect another child and myself, and with her boy, would give us a bath each, put on our pyjamas, and take us back home.

Every Friday morning we went to the clinic to collect twotins of 'National Dried Milk', a bottle of Cod Liver Oil, and a bottle of Concentrated Orange Juice.

In sixty-two years I've watched the family grow up, with memories of a wonderful mother who helped us all when we needed it. Recollections of sorrow, but lots of joy and happiness, as the years rolled by.

I realised just how much I would miss the old home two years ago, when I was told I had cancer, but I had hope and faith that I would come through. I'm not expecting to ever leave here, except of course when my time comes.

This is my final resting place, in 'A House With Love in it!'