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                                    3meant lighting the gas street lights every evening and presumably putting them out in the morning. He lived in Paddington and so I assume that his round was around there. He also did some painting for his brother-in-law who may have had some kind of car business. We were all a bit scared of Pop although his shout was very much worse than his bite. When he retired, he left Paddington and bought a bungalow down at Shoreham by Sea. Once his grandchildren were 10 years old, we would go and stay there for a week which was great fun. Our Nan would walk us miles over the South Downs, usually visiting the pussycat museum at Bramber. This was a museum of stuffed animals like cats and mice all dressed up, perhaps as card players or something. We also would go down and play on the beach for hours. Pop would come down with us sometimes and keep an eye out but as he walked with a stick, I am not sure what he could do if anything happened. Each evening, we would play darts or bingo or something similar. No TV of course.My father was Kenneth James Hooper. Whilst his father had settled in Greenford the family still had strong roots in Cornwall. Consequently,each summer he, his sister Elsie and cousin Winnifred would spend part of the summer holidays with relatives in the Newquay area. Dad had qualified as a chartered accountant and was a partner in the firm Smedley Rule. He met my mother at a tennis club when 2 tennis clubs merged because of the shortage of men when war broke out. He was a very talented tennis player and won many tournaments. He married my mother in 1941 and the next year volunteered for the RAF joining the RAFVR. My mother told me once that actually he was in a reserved occupation and did some work with the economist John Keynes, so he didn%u2019t have to join up. After initial training he went to Canada about 3 or 4 months after my sister Jill was born. He trained as a pilot in Canada and then remained there as an instructor on Airspeed Oxford aircraft. He returned to the UK in 1944. My sister says that one day the doorbell rang and this 
                                
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