Welcome to this scrap of cyberspace dedicated to my late Father, also now my Mother

Sam & Rene Hannington

Now, Dad never really got to grips with these computer things. He was, however, rather proud that he once managed to persuade an ancient BBC micro to display a 'lawnmower' crossing the screen of my equally ancient portable TV. He did try to write his memoirs on a reluctant 386 donated by his other son, Trevor. Unfortunately he usually remembered to save his work shortly after he had switched it off at the wall.

A couple of his grandsons between them keyed in some of it for him and gave him a copy, again he didn't retain the soft copy, so when it came to putting this site together we could find only a single hard copy. that and many notebooks filled with his (almost) illegible scrawl.

Thus far through the wonder of the scanner and OCR a tolerable soft copy of the typed stuff has been retrieved. Given time and more dedication than I can currently muster, I'll have a go at the rest of it.