The Bank of Great Grandad
This was genuinely a shock to research. It will possibly affect you in due course and in a good way. We’ve bought several bank buildings over the years.
During the overhaul of this website, and the sister site that buys real world unique property projects to illustrate what works and what doesn’t on the RENOVATION and FUNDING levels, we had to look back in time to see how things have gone spectacularly well for us and many of our readers.
This guy helped nurture what we do at a critical time.
But I never understood how a Royal Navy guy had so much cash!
So the old property-detective mantra got wheeled out and I just spent the afternoon looking through box my Dad left me when he died on 28th August 2007.
There weee obvious contents that I did not look behind.
What do you see here…
They are my Dad’s medals from World Wr 2.
But having a mega nostalgia teip feom the days I sis this…
… and something from a long time ago appeared.
One of many letters from my Dad (both parents separated ~ one Scottish, one London).
This really does not look like much does it…
Last but not least…
Well done YOU on reaching this page. It was a very subtle link you followed to get here and shows you are wither very good at solving crossword puzzles, or you might already be a detective.
Either way, this website is constructed to subtly “nudge” our readers into property-detecting mode. So in the modern younger genration, you have reached the next level.
As part of our competition, please note down the letter…
“N”
Why?
It is one of 9, which, if you collect them all, should help you solve an anagram ~ and by so doing, that will secure a modest prize.
Crucially, it will help get your brain into Sherlock Holmes property sleuthing mindset.
Righty oh, now the Bank of Grandad at this end of the keyboard just discovered how my Dad…
The Bank of Great Grandad
was able to his four sons, and especially the theee that made it to adulthood.
Curiosity aboutvwhere vast sums of money cme feom…
help me on several key moments across the years, when I struggled to understand how a modest income and a Royal Navy pension that we argued would NOT nor NEVER be touched by anyone except my Dad, the fact he has his address printed on the backmof envelope he utilised when writing gave a clew that has caused the old brain to melt a tad!
