... looking like Father Christmas....

"My second memory being dressed in a red knitted coat and a white hat. I was being carried by my mother. We were on a train and were saying 'Goodbye' to my father who was a Petty Officer in the navy and going off to the war. He said I looked like Father Christmas. There was a brown teapot somewhere. I must have been two."

BBC Radio 4 Memory Experience
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/memory/