Post by parkwoodgirl on Dec 12, 2009 17:34:09 GMT
Its Yuletide - So different today than yesteryear - Most of the men in my family had gone to war, just my grandad who had served in France in the 1st war was still at home. Somebody told him a pig was to be slaughtered at a farm in Hainworth (during the war all slaughtering of cattle and pigs had to be registered) With other men from Parkwood he left home at midnight and walked to Hainworth to get a small piece of pork loin. What a treat! My gran cooked it on Christmas Day and we all had a splendid Christmas dinner! The evening was spent sitting around the piano as my aunt Frances played all the latest songs. My mother had a beautiful voice and was always asked to sing 'When You Come To The End of a Perfect Day' which was her party piece. We played pass the parcel, the winner receiving a new comb. Forfeits and pass the ring were also family favourites. Boring by today's 'games' but the memories are worth a king's ransom... Hope I've not sent you all to sleep with boredom - just had to tell you about my wartime Christmases..............
This is just what history is about - adding flesh to the bones, without you all, life would be so much poorer...............thank you for all your memories....................we love them.