A View From Childhood
May 4, 2011 • Feeling My Age • Comments
Last Christmas my brother, sister and I headed back to village where our family lived in the late 60s, to take Dad’s ashes to the churchyard where Mum had been buried 39 years earlier. By bizarre chance we’d discovered that the back part of our old house was currently available for holiday lets and we were able to rent it for the weekend.
From this rear window the view hadn’t changed in four decades – it was like catching a sudden glimpse back into childhood. It’s also the window outside the door of Grandma’s bedroom where she died in the night of November 21st 1969 – three months after her beloved second husband. Their grave, too, is up in the village churchyard.
