The next few posts on this blog are taken from some writing I did twenty years ago, when I made my first attempt (as an adult) of writing a book. It was planned to be suitable for all ages of readers and to be as accurate an account as possible of my early memories. I was writing with a view to publication, not because I was important in any way, but because I had unique experiences, visiting places none of the other people I knew at school would have been to. Having visited my mother’s friends in their own homes, I had insights into the cultural differences between various parts of England. Life has changed more than younger people might be aware without the recollections of older people. When I wrote these short pieces, I was a mother; now I am a grandmother. I have a remarkable memory. It is sometimes quirky and (unfortunately) sometimes inaccurate! These are my memories.
So I am taking a break from writing and have scheduled the first few sections of my “book” to publish automatically. Your thoughts on these posts are welcome, but I may not keep up-to-date with replying to comments. Your patience is appreciated.