18 July 1957 My dear Len and Margaret This is Thursday am and Dad is getting ready to go and see if the town is still standing up also to see if his friends are all well. This is a wintry a.m., cold, windy, cloudy and I’m almost...Read More
When my mother died suddenly in 1979 at the age of 57 we were shocked, upset and didn’t know what to do. It fell to me and one of my brothers, Paul, to empty her flat. Furniture and household equipment was easy but what to do with ‘stuff’? Letters, photos and other ephemera went into a suitcase which I have carried around Britain with me ever since.