One frosty December morning in the 1920s my sister and I were bundled into the cupboard under the stairs while the deed was done. Mother had such tales of chilling drama to tell about almost everything, and on these occasions it was about someone she’d heard of somewhere who’d bodged the job and the bleeding animal had run amok, […]
During the 1930s my childhood in Gatley, Cheshire, was punctuated by the annual grand jam-making festival. Years later I discovered that this primeval event was linked to the yearly fete on the recreational ground alongside Gatley Brook. At the fete many friendships were lost when the results were announced for the best baby award, the […]
I was eight and in a bad temper because my mother, normally calm, loving, unflustered – and untidy – was in a temper too! This was because her younger sister, my Aunt Phyllis, was getting married that day. It was to be a very small wedding with only immediate family. The reception was to be […]
The cookie settings on this website are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. If you continue to use this website without changing your cookie settings or you click "Accept" below then you are consenting to this.