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It was always a standing joke in my family, that our visits to Nan C would entail
a)she'd be in the front room window looking out for us - I NEVER saw inside that front room....it was out of bounds.
b)lunch was boiled egg. 2 for Dad, who poured vinegar into his, one each for the rest of us.
Her cooker smelled funny once lit. I never forgot that. But nice, I thought.
The back room consisted of a heavy table, a few wooden chairs and a 'comfy' chair. Only Dad was allowed the comfy chair (Grandad was dead)
On the table I thought it was a carpet, but Mom says it was a chenille tablecloth? Heavy and thick.
A clock on the old sideboard that did 'that' chime, every 15 mins. Loved it!
Begins with W, the chime....sorry, I forget.
She had a verandah full of chrysanths, and a fab weather thingy, with a man wih a brolly and a lady with parasol. Whatever weather was expected showed which of this fine couple came out.
She also had a cellar, where the eggs & milk etc were kept. No fridge. Occasionally I'd turn the key & lock her down there, giggling at the cries of "let me out" later.
I remember that as we sat in the back room, the most constant sound was that of the clock ticking. It drowned out any chatter.
There was never any fire or heating in the back room, we just kept our coats on.
I'm not sure if Nan's house was a compulsory purchase, but think so. The Bus Station wanted the land to expand.
Either way, Nan got a modern, heated flat with all mod cons....and was dead within a year.
I also remember when she lived at Wellhead Lane....one day we were visiting and there was a massive BANG, the house shook violently. It was an explosion from the ammo factory down the road.
I can't remember any more, sorry. Will post if I do.
Tess x
a)she'd be in the front room window looking out for us - I NEVER saw inside that front room....it was out of bounds.
b)lunch was boiled egg. 2 for Dad, who poured vinegar into his, one each for the rest of us.
Her cooker smelled funny once lit. I never forgot that. But nice, I thought.
The back room consisted of a heavy table, a few wooden chairs and a 'comfy' chair. Only Dad was allowed the comfy chair (Grandad was dead)
On the table I thought it was a carpet, but Mom says it was a chenille tablecloth? Heavy and thick.
A clock on the old sideboard that did 'that' chime, every 15 mins. Loved it!
Begins with W, the chime....sorry, I forget.
She had a verandah full of chrysanths, and a fab weather thingy, with a man wih a brolly and a lady with parasol. Whatever weather was expected showed which of this fine couple came out.
She also had a cellar, where the eggs & milk etc were kept. No fridge. Occasionally I'd turn the key & lock her down there, giggling at the cries of "let me out" later.
I remember that as we sat in the back room, the most constant sound was that of the clock ticking. It drowned out any chatter.
There was never any fire or heating in the back room, we just kept our coats on.
I'm not sure if Nan's house was a compulsory purchase, but think so. The Bus Station wanted the land to expand.
Either way, Nan got a modern, heated flat with all mod cons....and was dead within a year.
I also remember when she lived at Wellhead Lane....one day we were visiting and there was a massive BANG, the house shook violently. It was an explosion from the ammo factory down the road.
I can't remember any more, sorry. Will post if I do.
Tess x