Chrstmas 1947

Christmas 1947 It was a time of deep poverty with flour, milk, and margarine my mother made porridge put the pan on the table said to her three children  dig in it is all we have went to bed and bitterly cried A child doesn't  know it is poor we ate the porridge and fought about who was to scrape the caramelized bottom of the pan We, children with belly full went to sleep, my sister on the sofa, my brother and I on the floor