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I remember as a child

Granny Vi

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I remember about once a month granny Violet would come to see us. We loved a granny Vi visit, me and sis. She brought homemade jam tarts and buns and swore a lot. My step grandad smoked his pipe and talked about ‘the ring road’ and the way they would…

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The new marriage

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I remember coming in from school one day and my mum happily telling me she was getting married. To Robin. They were sat on the sofa laughing and drunk. My mum was grinning like a Cheshire cat in her ‘I’m so happy I’ve found a man’ kind of way.  I…

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Yorkshire post and poetry

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So me and sis are little kids and we write poetry. I remember my mum telling me this story and I also still have the cuttings of our poems from the Yorkshire Post. I don’t actually remember writing poetry, ever, but clearly I did. Sis got a book of her…

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One weird afternoon

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I remember us sat in the bedroom. Sis, my best friend and me. It was a sunny afternoon and we were bored. We’d decided to try the Ouija board.  My best friend lived in a huge house that still had the bells in the kitchen that alerted the servants. Clearly…

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Granny Vi’s musical box

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Granny Violet had a musical box. It sat in the hearth of the gas fire along with the pointless hearth tool set and various other strange and useless ornaments. It was an object of beauty and awe to me and sis. When you pressed the button on the top it…

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The jewellery snatcher

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I remember this man like it was yesterday. He was very tall and skinny and spiky with a large nose and long grey hair. He reminded me of the kiddie catcher, only the hair was the wrong colour. I was about 12 maybe and I can see him and my …

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