Memories of Maurice Poupard

My father considered himself elderly when he was called up compared to his colleagues. I think he was 28 or 29. It was at the end of the war in 1946 and he was billeted to Shepherd's Bush, London to decommission vehicles. He was an engineer by trade. His home was Southampton and he hated being away from my mum. So, every Friday night he would get on an old bike and cycle to Southampton and then cycle back on a Sunday night ready for his week's duties. It would have been about 60 miles.

Postwar - A few years later he was going to Brisbane (about 1950). They asked for engineers, so we got off at Perth. Within a week my mum was dead, and she died from the blood condition, Addison's disease. My mother was called Beryl Wingrove.

My father died in 2012 aged 90 years.