Great reflections & still the stories coming in on Facebook
Then I added mine::
I remember coming downstairs to a big warm coal fire, my Dad worked in coal mines, so we always had stacks.
Then I saw big grey socks hanging from the shelf above the fireplace. 4 of them for 4 boys including me - the youngest.
In my sock was an apple and an orange. I had never seen an orange before.
This was middle of world War 2.
No sweets in the shops. Everyone on rations.
Everything was rationed.
Butter. Jam. Bread. You name it.
I guess it was about 1943 - me about 4 years old.
SMELL::
Me Mam’s Christmas dinner in the making.
BHP
