Summary
NO matter what happened, you conformed and I had no experience of any kind of rebellion - except perhaps in my grandmother's howl of anguish, repeated across the road by a neighbour when yet another Regret To Inform You telegram came.
It was as if she had no vocabulary to deal with these events, and no real comprehension of them, only of their effects. It was a gap in her armour, I sensed, and when the time came for her to go to Buckingham Palace to receive a posthumously awarded medal, she became so concerned about what she should wear that I sided with my mother who felt an indifference to the occasion.See the full content of this document
Extract
Morning Serial
Uncle Ithel was dead. Nothing would bring him back and I wished my grandmother had been her usual for...
See the full content of this document
Sponsored links
