Before Dad knocked a hole in our kitchen wall and converted the toilet on the other side into a fully-fledged bathroom, our house possessed, in common with many other Victorian terraced houses, an outside loo, which I used copiously in my early years. Typically childlike, I was frightened of the dark and often made up […]
My Grannie was one of the last of a tough breed of outspoken Yorkshirewomen, tough not only as the result of a hard and busy life but from something innate in herself. She was born on December 28 1869 and died only 12 days before her 100th birthday. She was very proud of her age […]
As a child of eight I well remember that day in the summer of 1939. On one Sunday a month we used to visit Grandma, who lived in Blackheath. It was a grand family occasion, for she had a large family – five daughters and two sons. All her daughters were married, so they came […]
My memories of my maternal grandmother, who died in 1928 when I was twelve, are of a bright, active old lady generally clothed in black garments of lace, ribbons and velvet. She had a determined nature but usually treated me with kindness. She had a hard life, moving with her husband from Somerset to South […]
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