The Palais de Dance, Fountainbridge, Edinburgh was where my Mum & Dad met. It was also the place my Uncle Phil punched oot a certain Tam Connery. An amazing dancehall, according to my Mum, it was turned into a bingo hall and has been lying derelict for decades while a student housing builder tries to demolish it. Welcome to Edinburgh and their shameful cooncil.
My Dad, Alexander Walker Hamilton, would have been 93 years old today. Course, he’s been dead for nigh on 35 years, but he’s still my Dad. Happy birthday, wherever you are. Here’s me and him in the late sixties, in our full dayglo glory.
I’ve done this one before, but stumbled across a first hand account on that there internet about what happened when my Uncle Bill (Hamilton) got killed by that bastard Hitler.
“This is an extract from J.E. Price book, “Heels in Line “. The title refers to how the sailors left their shoes on the deck when they left the Gloucester for the last time. He was a gunner on the ship and spent the rest of the war in various POW camps in Greece, Austria and Germany . At the end of the war, he was in a camp in Poland and was freed by the Americans. He was suffering from frost bitten toes (which were amputated without anaesthetic). He was flown back to Britain suffering from Typhoid and was not expected to survive the journey. Eventually, he was de-mobbed back to his home in Exmouth where he became a postman and where he spent the rest of his life. He very patriotically died on Trafalgar Day in 1978 – a sailor until the end! The book is out of print, but is well worth reading if you can get a copy.”
|Forename||William George Bell|
|Place of birth||West Calder|
|Date of death||22 May 1941|
|Theatre of death||RN HMS Gloucester Crete|
|Cause of death||Unknown|
|SNWM roll||ROYAL NAVY AND ROYAL MARINES|
|Unit name||Unknown Unit attached to ROYAL NAVY AND ROYAL MARINES|