Stanley Unwin (comedian) - Early Life

Early Life

Unwin's parents emigrated from the United Kingdom to South Africa in the early 1900s, and their son was born in Pretoria in 1911. Following his father's death in 1914 his mother arranged for the family to return to the United Kingdom. By 1919, Unwin had been sent to the National Children's Home at Congleton in Cheshire. In the late 1920s he studied radio, television and languages at the Regent Street Polytechnic.

In the 1930s, he married his wife Frances, with whom he had two daughters and a son. Unwin later stated Unwinese had its roots in enlivening the bedtime stories which he told his children. In 1940, Unwin got a job at the BBC working on transmitters and was stationed at the Borough Hill transmitting station in Daventry, England. Unwin, his wife and their nine-month-old daughter Marion moved to Long Buckby in Northamptonshire, where he lived for the rest of his life.

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