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Like Father, Like Sons #19
Posted by Viv Wilson on 2nd September 2022 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,Chasewater,motor racing,karting,Donington park,RAC Rally,FF2000,Formula 1
As previously mentioned in earlier blogs my dad used to be a racing driver during the 1950s and ran his own team in the 1960s, travelling all over Europe in his trusty Volkswagon van with his two mechanics and driver. He didn’t have big sponsorship money behind him and most of it was done on a shoestring but he came back with lots of funny stories of their van breaking down or some rural ‘hotel’ that they had stayed in. From each country that he visited he always brought me back a doll dressed in the traditional costume of that country. There was quite a collection and I still have them; I used to put them on display in the Library when our house was open...
Rags to Riches #16
Posted by Viv Wilson on 3rd February 2019 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | Meynell,hoar cross hall,mediaeval banquets,suits of armour,first world war,Louis Martin,second world war,olympics
...ve on his motor bike one day to see me (we’d been meeting at the disco) and my dad chased him away yelling and shouting at the top of his voice to ‘clear off’. Needless to say, that was the end of another relationship before it even got started!
However, I carried on serving at the banquets until I was well over 16 and had left school. By then I’d had enough and wanted to go out with my friends at the weekends although I did still help out with cleaning the house and laying the tables ready for the banquets on a Saturday night. During the holidays after leaving school my parents gave me a little project to do – painting the bedroom corridor ce...Rags to Riches #12
Posted by Viv Wilson on 24th November 2019 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | first world war,second world war,alabaster,Chellaston mines,Derby,Italian,louis martin,suits of armour,Olympics
...ve on his motor bike one day to see me (we’d been meeting at the disco) and my dad chased him away yelling and shouting at the top of his voice to ‘clear off’. Needless to say, that was the end of another relationship before it even got started!
However, I carried on serving at the banquets until I was well over 16 and had left school. By then I’d had enough and wanted to go out with my friends at the weekends although I did still help out with cleaning the house and laying the tables ready for the banquets on a Saturday night. During the holidays after leaving school my parents gave me a little project to do – painting the bedroom corridor ce...Rags to Riches #14
Posted by Viv Wilson on 14th September 2020 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,second world war,first world war,boer War,Tiger skin,bearskin,Tony Blackburn,Meynell,mediaeval banquets
...ve on his motor bike one day to see me (we’d been meeting at the disco) and my dad chased him away yelling and shouting at the top of his voice to ‘clear off’. Needless to say, that was the end of another relationship before it even got started!
However, I carried on serving at the banquets until I was well over 16 and had left school. By then I’d had enough and wanted to go out with my friends at the weekends although I did still help out with cleaning the house and laying the tables ready for the banquets on a Saturday night. During the holidays after leaving school my parents gave me a little project to do – painting the bedroom corridor ceiling! W...Rags to Riches #15
Posted by Viv Wilson on 8th August 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Jamaica,alabaster,Derby walk of fame,Olympics,Louis Martin,first world war,second world war,Downton Abey,Bridgerton,period drama
...ve on his motor bike one day to see me (we’d been meeting at the disco) and my dad chased him away yelling and shouting at the top of his voice to ‘clear off’. Needless to say, that was the end of another relationship before it even got started!
However, I carried on serving at the banquets until I was well over 16 and had left school. By then I’d had enough and wanted to go out with my friends at the weekends although I did still help out with cleaning the house and laying the tables ready for the banquets on a Saturday night. During the holidays after leaving school my parents gave me a little project to do – painting the bedroom corridor ceiling! W...RAGS TO RICHES! #15
Posted by Viv Wilson on 3rd June 1973 in Early Days | hoar cross hall,alabaster,sculpture,suits of armour,stately home,sex,drugs,pink floyd,derby,second world war,first world war,1920's
...ve on his motor bike one day to see me (we’d been meeting at the disco) and my dad chased him away yelling and shouting at the top of his voice to ‘clear off’. Needless to say, that was the end of another relationship before it even got started!
However, I carried on serving at the banquets until I was well over 16 and had left school. By then I’d had enough and wanted to go out with my friends at the weekends although I did still help out with cleaning the house and laying the tables ready for the banquets on a Saturday night. During the holidays after leaving school my parents gave me a little project to do – painting the bedroom corridor ce...