Liz tells a family story

I was born in the early 1950s in Kettering. My Dad was a radio op in bomber command, my Mum a very beautiful lady who was in a reserve occupation in the tax office during WW2. They were a very attractive couple. They bought a new house in Windmill Avenue in 1948, and my Mother... Continue Reading →


No Tears

Stephanie (Granddaughter) and I (Jane, Daughter) left the hospital that night thinking of the words "No tears. I don't want any tears. I love you, and you". Nana pointed her finger at us each in turn. That day she tried to get out of her bed. "Where are you going Nana?" "I'm going shopping." "What... Continue Reading →

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