A fresh start for Ken
When I came out of hospital at the age of 73, I found myself homeless and discharged into a hostel. It was full of drunks and junkies, pure hell, you had to keep your wits about you. I never imagined I’d end up there. From 1960 to 1972 I was in the RAF. My mum and dad had been in too. I was so proud.
After I fell down the hostel stairs, I was moved to a flat with nothing in it. I remember Christmas Day, heating up tomato soup in its tin, and then washing it out and putting a tea bag in. I had no crockery, no cutlery, no clothes. And I didn’t know you could get so cold.
Then George from the RAF Association came to see me.
He’s a lifesaver, simple. He and his wife took me to get some new clothes – putting them on gave me bit of dignity back. The RAF Association helped me buy a scooter, as I can’t walk more than twenty feet. And they gave me money to help with the bills and organised for me to have a holiday at the RAF Association Wings Break hotel in Lancashire.
Oh it was beautiful! At breakfast, lunch and tea we’d be passing wee RAF stories between us, and laughing. I’d served at RAF Manby and there was another man who had too. I’d been the projectionist and run the cinema on the base!
I really appreciate the emergency help I’ve had. I really do.