The father, a prominent local businessman, of a good friend of mine lived there for some years after he left his first wife and before he was able to marry my friend's mother. I can't, obviously, give any clues as to who he was as it would not be fair on any surviving family members still in the area.
My friend and I used to go to Accrington Baths and we would look, from the bus, into Kendal's dining room to see if we could see her daddy and wave like mad if we did. This was in the early 1950s when Kendal's was a very good commercial hotel and my friend's parents' situation was "unusual" to say the least.
At about the age of 10 I didn't think it much of a problem that her daddy lived there. I just accepted the fact that he was a very nice man, I got to know him very well, and didn't live with her and her mum until she was 11.
