Graham. Have just read your story, and have shed a tear for the love and fortitude your family showed. How hard it must have been for your mom in those days. I realise how lucky I was, having been born after the war, and also the youngest child. The others were a lot older than me. I used to go to a place called Sinton Green, a tiny village the other side of Worcester. Mostly with the fishing Club from Dad's working mans Club in Brum. We used to go and talk and watch the hop pickers on many a fine day, and then of an evening they used to come up to the Live and Let Live where we were staying, and play table bowls and shove 'appeny. The gaffers wife used to bake her own bread and make blackberry and apple jam. Even now I can see her slicing the bread and lauping the butter and jam onto the bread. I can even taste it. No matter how I have tried, I have never matched the taste. Ah well. Best wishes
Lynda