Hi, I came across your story of Joy and Arthur quite by chance after a random google search. I married my childhood sweetheart in 1968 at St Mark’s Church on the Overcliffe Gravesend Kent England. We met when she was sixteen and I was seventeen. We only had until 1988 when she sadly died. Her name was Janice Pearl Young. I don’t know if you know but Joys maiden name was Young. Joy was my wife’s older sister.
In around 1986-7, my wife joined Joy and Arthur at their home on Pacific Coast Highway in the knowledge that she only had a year or so to live. I recall she had a fantastic holiday with her mother, Joy and Arthur. I will try to send you a couple of photos of Joy and Arthur that may interest you.
I was very fond of them. Thanks for bringing back memories of them both together.
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But he did have some strange food-related tastes and habits. Apples were his favorite fruit, and when my mother offered to bring him a snack he’d often ask for a “washed apple”. Did he think she would bring him a dirty one?
And he had a rather uncouth way of eating an apple – he’d bite into it, chew, and then somehow spit out just the skin! I have no idea how he did that, but I wonder – if he didn’t like the skin, why didn’t he ask my mom for a “peeled apple”?
I also love apples and unlike my dad, I eat them skin and all, altho I do have my own idiosyncrasy – I must core and slice the fruit before I eat it!
But there is another of my father’s idiosyncratic tastes that I have acquired. It was his habit of cracking chicken bones with his teeth and sucking out the marrow.
I refrain from doing it in public, or when dinner guests are at the table, but alone with family, and despite their avowed disgust, I happily chomp away!
