Memoir of Sylvia May By Evie Stevenson
Oh... I will never forget our week’s holiday in Conwy! Makes me laugh just thinking about it.
After I married my husband Fred in 1953, me, my mam and dad would always go away together on our annual summer holiday in Wales.
Oh... the colours! There were colours everywhere, I can picture it now! Market stall after- market stall.
We were jammy going there for our summers holiday! Not many people could afford to go anywhere!
Conwy were known for its great big castle and walls that surrounded it too. It were a lovely place for a gander! The castle overlooked the water, were like a picture postcard when the sun were shining.
The sea was clear as day back then! We used to sit on the pebbles with our sandwiches and watch the little fishing men sail out to sea in their tiny boats.
Thinking back we always stayed in a bed and breakfast... we booked this particular B&B in Conwy. The place seemed reasonable at first.
Well... when we came to have our tea my mam got face on!
She looked at me and looked at my dad. Not giving anything away she said, ‘will you go upstairs and pack your bags right this instant’. Eeh by gum... she were riled up!
I said whatever’s the matter, and she said ‘we’re not stopping here... it’s our weeks holiday, go on and pack your bags’. And went to my husband you go put them in the car we’re going!
So we had our tea there, and oh my... my poor dad bless him! He were so embarrassed! Hiding under his hands.
She were very particular my mam, and my dad didn’t want her to do anything! He would’ve stuck it out for a week without saying something!
So... I said what are we going to do, my mam went don’t worry, I’m not having a week here it’s our holiday, your dads holiday. Pack the bags and put them in the car, and I’ll go have a word with the land lady.
Well... it all kicked off from there! Land ladies arms went up, and my mam went sorry but I’ll pay you for the tea that we’ve had and we’re leaving straight after. Well... it were only a pathetic slice of ham and a tomato!
Oh... she played the pot did my mam!
Anyway... after that whole debacle we moved on. My mam found us a bobby dazzler B&B down the road!
Oh... my mam I tell you... she were champion!
