W
A GRANTHAM CHILDHOOD
e lived in a house that was also a place of business. My father,
Alfred Roberts, ran two grocery shops, and our lives were
governed by the rhythm of the shop bell and the Methodist
Church. There was no running hot water and no indoor toilet until I was
much older, but we never felt poor because our lives were rich in purpose
and discipline.
My father was the greatest influence on my life. He was a lay preacher
and a local councillor, later becoming Mayor of Grantham. He taught me
that you do not follow the crowd; you decide for yourself what is right
and you stick to it. We discussed the news every night at the dinner table. I
learned early on that politics was not about sounding good, but about
doing what was necessary for the moral health of the community.
I remember the outbreak of the Second World War clearly. Grantham
was a target for the Luftwaffe because of its engineering works. Those
years of austerity and national effort reinforced my belief that when a
people are united by a common values and a sense of duty, they can
overcome any adversary. It was this foundation of thrift, hard work, and
individual responsibility that stayed with me throughout my life.
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