A Taste Of Honey At Joe's Cafe
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My brother Bruce was buried yesterday in this lovely little church situated in a Welsh valley close to where he lived,
This was a familiar sight when we lived on the Essex marshes. Sometimes people walking on the causeway or the seawalls would appear to be cut off at the knees and floating along.That caused a lot of ghost stories.
Our family motor in the mid 30s,a Bentley Sports saloon.On joyous outings Papa being of small stature would be in the driving seat with a cushion underneath him so that he was able to see over the bonnet,Mama would sit beside him clutching her smelling salts and in the rear compartment half a dozen children,the seventh not yet born.
Came across this brilliant picture(postcard?) in Alan Burnetts blog News from nowhere. All about his collecting mania. I bet he hasnt got as many 78s as I have!