We all know the blonde bombshell and her bubbly persona, but do we really know her as a person?

A day at Southend.

Next door have got a car.

Summer Holidays.

1950’s school outing.

I was a teenager, growing up and having fun, it’s a time I will never forget.

Little beach beauties of the 1950’s. A photo found in an old box brought back memories. She let me wear her sunhat.

A description of my experience with my friend Quaker Oats in London in the 1950’s.

Growing up in the old eerie dark and cold Glasgow tenements in the 1950’s…
we were always reminded by our Granny about the Bogey Man
and how he was always used to frighten the nappy off us if we were bad.
we’d see scary shadows on the walls and thoght it was the Bogey Man.
We were terryfied. Then years later I put pen to paper and created my poem.

While the 1950s are often looked upon by some of us as the "good old days," by contrast the 1960s brought whirlwinds of trouble. What a time for a young boy like me to go through his latter formative years! Not only were there outside forces affecting me, but there were also problems at home. However, this was nothing that God could not unravel.