MY Great Aunt Barbara was full of tales. They were neither fantastical romantic, but as a young child I always found them utterly mesmerising. Born to a wheelwright in Walmgate, York, she enjoyed a happy Yorkshire childhood in the old Viking capital and later in Leeds. I remember most clearly the stories of her teenage […]
The year was 1928, and after the death of my mother I was sent to boarding school as a tender eight-year-old in a desperate attempt to make me a lady. The difficulties I encountered were intensified by the fact that most children came from affluent backgrounds whereas my father had to struggle to give me […]
My mother was blind when I was born and father had lost an eye I in the Great War, so it was a family joke that we only had three eyes between us. We lived in Clapham, London, in a ground floor flat of a terraced house with no bathroom. My parents bathed in the […]
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