Wednesday, October 10, 2007


"My second memory is of my father coming back from the Army on leave. I did not know him or recognise him and was frightened and hid under my mother's skirt, and can still feel, see and smell her pink satin petticoat with a lace edging. My father picked me up and I was very conscious of his prickly khaki uniform and the rough skin of his face where he had been unable to shave, and his deep voice, but also his beautiful blue eyes and his loving kisses and cuddles."

BBC Radio 4 Memory Experience


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