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  My mum and dad moved here in 1965 when he got promotion to Senior Officer with HM Customs and Excise. Previously he'd been stationed all over the UK at ports and airports and liked the idea of being by the sea. We lived at Markland Road and I went to St Martin's Primary School. Then I went to the Dover Girls Grammar and we moved to Frith Road. Most of my mates went to Uni but I decided to get a job instead and also ended up in HMC&E, where I still am after several moves around. I worked in London for a while and although I loved it up there I was always glad to get home. I dragged my husband here from Maidenhead, not kicking and screaming though as he thinks Dover is better than there. So why do we stay here? Apart from family ties as my dad is getting on a bit now I stay because although it is a dump it's MY dump. And yes I do slag Dover off as it drives me mad to see the lost opportunities but I will defend Dover also. It's not Dover's fault it's shabby and sad is it? I have happy memories of going with my mum to Elizabeth's in the Market Square where I had to stand on the seat to eat my knickerbocker glory, and eating cake in Morelli's with their old fashioned juke box. Oh and nagging mum to take me to the indoor market when it was where Smith's is now and buying me a knitted dress for my tiny tears. Wasn't there a time when we had 2 Wimpy's??I could go on but won't. That's maybe another thread - happy memories of my childhood in Dover.

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