The following are memories recalled by Philip Weston, as recorded by Hanover Housing Association in their book 'Tale of the Century' published in 1999.

I was born in 1915 during the First World War, a few weeks after my father had been conscripted into the army and drafted to the Middle East. We had no photographs so, in 1919, on seeing a soldier walking along our village street, called out to him, 'Are you my daddy?'

Little did I know history would repeat itself in 1940. I was conscripted into the army and shipped to the Middle East, just as my wife was due to give birth. On the eve of El Alamein, I received news that the baby was fine but it was not until Christmas Day that the telegram arrived and I knew that it was a girl, Anne.

Due to one of the innovations of the century, the Brownie Camera, my daughter never had to enquire of strangers 'Are you my daddy?', but when my wife greeted me at the door after almost four years, Anne gleefully calling to her Nana said, 'My daddy is here, and he's kissing my mummy.'