This is not really a story just a few things I remember from my childhoood. Things like the chimney sweep, wonder what happened to them, we lived in a tenement, at about 6am the sweep would arrive my sister and I would still be in bed and we could hear the sweep call wooooooooooo down each chimney till he partner replied.
We did not cook on a stove it was on the big black grate. and the big pot was always ready for a cup of tea. I loved watching the coal burn and see the fairies in the firewatch as their castles crashed down. Holding bread on end of a toasting fork till it was brown and then doing other side. Odd how I see children with all the fancy toys and I think back to my Dad making our doll's pram we shared it and thought it was the best. Gettting in trouble for using Mum's machine to perforate paper into postage stamps and blunting her needle. Oh and being sent to corner shop for bread if you had a farthing you got a big toffee, there was a fight to get to go. Being allowed to take the taper and light the gas lamp in the stairwell now that meant you were growing up.
Then being sent to get jam in the big glass jar and swinging the shopping bag as I walked home to find the lid had come off you know where the jam was.
We may not have had much but I assure you we were happy playing shops with stones and houses with dolls pretending to me the Mothers we would become one day. I may not have had riches but I had the fun of a child.
Selkie
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