Post by parkwoodgirl on Nov 26, 2012 14:30:49 GMT
Its that time of the year again when memories of Christmas past flood my memory. The last time all my family were together was Christmas 1938. Being the youngest in the family, I didn't have any tasks so I accompanied my grand-dad when he picked up the goose on Christmas Eve and sat beside him in the cellar whilst he plucked the poor bird bald. My grandmother was busy making the Christmas pudding which had to boil for hours! The whole family arrived on Christmas Day, the men disappeared to the Top Club in Quarry Street and the women 'set; the table, bringing out the damask tablecloth and the cutglass wine glasses. We were all squashed round grans dining table but nobody complained! My gran always made sure I got a sixpense in the pudding .My grand-dad always produced a bottle of port at Christmas and I was allowed to take a sip from his glass. The evening was wonderful, we played pass the ring and pass the parcel, aunt Frances played the piano, my mother sang and I showed my skills with a tap dance! Little did we know that Christmas 1939 would be a completely different story, and that 1938 would be the last time my family would all be together.
