Carried through the
worst winter in living memory. Finally born to the sound of foxes in the hottest summer after a 15/- Ambulance ride from Creswell to Ashgate.
We
moved house to our brand new estate home in November and then at 9 months old I contacted Whooping Cough and went into a fit,
despatched to Mansfield Isolation Hospital on my fathers 38th birthday. Much to everyones surprise I survived and went to
Mablethorpe for a well needed holiday in July 1948. (see picture) Jack Stamps was Grandad Fawkes name for me, much to my mothers
annoyance.
The real Jack Stamps was the centre forward at Derby who helped them win their only FA cup in 1946. Full
story found
here 
