| My family lived at 96 Windmill Road, opposite Performance cars, and knew ‘Goldsmith’, as he was called by my late Gran, Daisy Trevor. They got on famously, both being quite ‘ characters’….the both used to moan at each other, then laugh it off. My Dad told me how Mr Goldsmith fought in the war, having joined the RAF, as his son, Jonathon explained. And yes…there was talk of where the gold was hidden, blah, blah, blah,but aside from all the gossip, and tales of his reluctance to buy a pint etc, I I always thought of him as a nice old man, who always had a kind word to my family. |