ANOTHER from my MEMORY BANK ANTHOLOGY
Candles & nightlights flickering bright blackout curtains shutting out the moonlight snuggle down cosy blankets tight perhaps the war will end to-night dripping setting from Sunday's roast spread so thick on Monday's toast meat bones simmer ..on the old gas ring Pa's homemade soup the 'real thing' paper chains cut & glued beer in glass bottles brewed Christmas puddings with threepenny bits the Meccano present made to fit Sunday school outings upto Coombe hill my first ever train ride so quite a thrill Walks over corn fields to the Bugle Horn crisps and lemonade upon their lawn A weekly soak in a round tin bath towelling off by open fire in the hearth. a viewpoint from childhood seen growing up at number sixteen Beech green Year Posted 2012
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