tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841718718195447808.post7511944670716178331..comments2024-01-03T17:54:31.012+00:00Comments on WW2: A Civilian in the Second World War: 16th April 1942E J Rudsdalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884606063821044751noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841718718195447808.post-30139156901987703732012-04-16T16:37:16.544+01:002012-04-16T16:37:16.544+01:00Thanks for your comment Robin, Delighted to hear ...Thanks for your comment Robin, Delighted to hear that the blog has reminded you of these memories from your own experiences. <br />I couldn't agree with you more - St Botolph's station was a far better name for what is now Colchester Town station. I still find myself calling it St Botolph's, however! Old habits die hard! CPE J Rudsdalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11884606063821044751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841718718195447808.post-25196425106887354752012-04-16T15:45:12.156+01:002012-04-16T15:45:12.156+01:00This entry aroused quite a few disparate thoughts-...This entry aroused quite a few disparate thoughts- funny how the mind is activated!<br />First the question of the English superiority complex as shown in the question of the colour and texture of bread: how astonished I was, on my first visit to "the Continent" as a schoolboy in the early '50s, to discover how excellent German "black bread" really was. Secondly the sadness in my (recent) discovery that the evocative name of St. Botolph's station had been "sanitized" to its present form. For me, St. Botolph's meant trips to Brightlingsea - even in the wartime! Ah, the good old days! Without quotation marks, too.Robin Kingnoreply@blogger.com