Raymond and Carrie Tomlinson are proud to announce the arrival of their only son. John, a brother for Mary June.
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| The 1930'S | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| NOTICE - January 1930 Raymond and Carrie Tomlinson are proud to announce the arrival of their only son. John, a brother for Mary June. |
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| I was born on a cold blustery day on January 29, 1930 in a small town called Weston just outside the city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I was given the name 'John Mottram Tomlinson'. I was named after my Dad's Uncle, a "John Mottram" who apparently immigrated to Canada in the early 1900s and struck it rich in oil and gold out west. I assume my parents thought by burdening me with that name I might inherit some of his riches. However, the mysterious 'Uncle John' has never been heard from since I was born. Oh Well! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| From my birth until I started school, I was know as 'Jackie'. Once I was in grade one however, I had to get used to being called 'John". (my Mother thought it sounded more dignified!) I used to hate the name because so many changed it to 'Johnny' which I despised. Much later, when I enlisted in the army, I automatically was given the nickname 'Tommy" which is both a Canadian and English military custom for anyone with names of Tomlinson, Thomson, Thomas etc. Later I carried the name Tom into my civilian life, and my friends outside my family, only know me as 'Tom". I prefer it although it can get confusing, as to my nephews and neices in my family call me Uncle John, while in my in-laws side I was Uncle Tom. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| My first years were really uneventful and reasonably happy as I remember them. My boyfriends were at that age when they hated girls. I, on the other hand, got along fine with girls my age. Lets face it, they had dolls to play with, while, quite frankly, trucks and toy guns as well as Cowboys and Indians and rough-housing, really left me cold. I was raised in a very strict High Anglican religious home. We never missed Church or Sunday School. I was in the choir as a boy soprano until I was 12 years old when my voice changed (finally!). However, late in 1939, my comfortable world would crumble around me as my dad enlisted and left for Europe and WWII. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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