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- daddysladybird
- People in story:Ìý
- Harry Northover
- Location of story:Ìý
- Salisbury, Wilts
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian Force
- Article ID:Ìý
- A8062166
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 27 December 2005
At the end of WW2 (I don't remember if it was VE or VJ), it was decided to hold a parade in Salisbury. This was to be led by a visiting Military Band (perhaps the Marines stationed in Portsmouth), who were to traval to Salisbury by train and take part immediately. It was realised, at the last minute, that no-one in their party knew the streets of Salisbury. So my father, Harry Northover, by then a Permanent Staff Instructor to the ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ Guard, attached to the Dorset Regiment, was detailed to meet the band at the station and lead the parade along the route.
Aged 13, I watched the parade with my mother from the first floor window of her office block beside the Market Place. Imagine our surprise to see the small figure of my Dad, coming towards us along the Blue Boar Row, at the head of the parade!
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