DO YOU REMEMBER
Marion Anthony
I can remember going
to our nan and granddads house on a Sunday morning with my parents, two sisters
and baby brother. I was about four years old.
We had to walk over a railway bridge where the steam train
passed and was excited to see it coming down the track, with all the plumes of grey/white
smoke.
We would stop at the sweet shop on the way.
Our granddad’s garden was square and had borders that held
dahlias, pinks and carnations. He loved his garden.
We would race up to the front door, to be the first to knock.
The flooring was Lino in the hallway and on th parlour floor.
The living room had a large fireplace, with seats either side of
it.
The smell in the scullery was of brussel sprouts cooking, mixed
with the heat and smell of washing powder from the copper boiler in the corner.
There was a coal cellar where we would play hide and seek but
only when it was nearly empty.
We would stay all day and have tea with them.
We would sit on the tall black leather dining chairs with arms
and ornamental backs. We called them the king chairs.
On Sunday mornings the fresh seafood man would push his barrow
through the streets and stop outside the pub to sell to passers by. Granddad
would bring them home to nan, after his midday drinking session. There were
cockles whelks and shrimps in brown paper bags.
When we sat up the table for tea, we had a pin and had to pick
the winkles out of their shells, and take the heads off too. The heads & tails of the shrimps had to be
pulled off too!
I remember a large kitchen back door step.
My big sister, Pat when she was small, caught her finger in
nans mangle and lost the top of her finger.
In his garden granddad kept rabbits and chickens. I remember all
the hutches and the chicken runs.
He grew cabbages and we would count all the caterpillars
on them.
At the end of the garden was a wooden gate that led to an
alleyway,that led to the road.
I remember one day granddad was having a shave and he said Give
me a kiss. As I lent forward, he moved his face and I got all the shaving cream
on my face. It was a shock. We laughed!
One Christmas our six cousins came to nan and granddads house.
I remember the sausage rolls and, chocolate cream father Christmases,
wrapped in coloured paper. They tasted so good. I have never forgotten them!
Until recently moving out of the area, I would stand outside nan
and granddads house and remember my happy childhood and these very special
times that shaped my adulthood.
Copyright Marion Anthony





