Memory Course Homework

Norma Cuthbertson

1948

Come a walk down memory lane with me in March 1948, exactly a year after the worst winter in living memory. The coal fire is burning in the tiled grate when I awake. This is really unusual in a bedroom. Today, I am in the spare bedroom.

Yesterday as I slept, dosed and fretted my dad had sat beside me, I remembered. That was really unusual. Jock had come down to see to the hay and turnips for the beasts but it wasn't a Saturday when he brought me some sweeties. Very strange! ... (continues)