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Most of those here joined the Floreat Club sooner or later.
Can you find yourself?
Ann and Don

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It all began as all good stories do-- in a garden.
This particular garden was 23 Blandford Road, Beckenham. the home of
the Mesure Family.
Ron Mesure had for a long time the idea of organising a young persons' club particularly  catering for those young men returning to civilian life after national service and of course a selection of suitable and beautiful young ladies.
Ron had sent the word around to his many friends from Church Youth Clubs ,
St John's Church and the Penge Congregational Church. were well represented.
After many manic discussions a format was arrived at and at the suggestion of Mr. Mesure Senior (Ron's Dad) the club was christened Floreat
This meeting of many friends, of already many years, has continued up to the present day (70 plus    years).
I`m pleased to record ,that I met my wife Marion - one of those beautiful young ladies, at the Floreat Club.
I can`t remember what we charged to attend the club, but it has been worth every penny!!!
These are my first thoughts.
With a little luck I`ll write some more another time.
Tony.

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Audrey's memory

We were on a group holiday with four families sharing this great big house.  Two of the couples played a joke by tying all the legs of the pyjamas together of the other two couples, so in retaliation the next day, after we arrived back to the house from a day on the beach, the pyjama lot where in waiting with water bombs and a water fight broke out with shreeks of laughter and the kitchen awash with water.  our cook that we had hired for the holiday ran out shouting Ill leave you all to your fun.  We had such a lot of laughs.

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We all had the information of our hotel and set off from the boat after docking when as we thought we were nearing the hotel, the street we were in had lots of side roads leading to it we could see right to the far end and low  and behold you would
see Tony's car go across and from another street we saw Frank doing the same thing from a street further down. We stopped as we wear in fits of laughter as the cars would appear the other way, it didn't stop there as one car stopped behind us shouting out I have been all the way round up and down an I still have not found the hotel.  It was like something from a Charley Chaplin film.

I had to say something
mike

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I remember that holiday well. We were all squeezed into a b and b. Steve and Helen celebrated their birthdays and we had a party for them. Do you remember the sausages Barbara?
Also remember that Jean and John's children were unwell and Jean finished up sleeping in the cot for a night!
Pam T

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