MRS T AND SON
The unlabelled picture is our wonderful next door neighbour. She had five children – the youngest two, the same age as Evan and I. Her husband, who grew wonderful tomatoes, lost his leg in WW1. As Mum was out at work all day she was a second Mum to us and although she ‘played ‘ell with us’ we thought the world of her.
She was Yorkshire and talked differently to us; she would say ‘Mester’ for Mr and being Yorkshire was a great cook. Wednesday was her baking day and we would pester her for a piece of her ‘sad cake’ – a sort of pastry filled with currants and butter spread on top.
This should have been under the photograph but this thing has a will of it’s own.
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