- Contributed by听
- championSacredHeart
- People in story:听
- Kathleen Boyle
- Location of story:听
- Redcar
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4374452
- Contributed on:听
- 06 July 2005
My hat was put on at the wrong angle to suit her, my socks were turned down when she wanted them up 鈥 I couldn鈥檛 even tie my belt to suit her. I was a poor eater and she sneered at me cutting all the fat of my meat. My reading books was mocked as being lazy and so it went on 鈥 how I missed my parents kisses and cuddles. However it had its 鈥渦p-side鈥 and in many ways it developed my character and my interests. They had a shop and I was allowed to help after school and at weekends. It was great fun because sugar and tea from sacks had to be bagged up and weighed in thick blue paper bags ready for sale. It was the same with dried fruit, rice and the like. Butter and lard was cut and weighed from blocks and wrapped in greaseproof paper and bacon cut on the machine from big hams kept hanging up in their 鈥渨alk-iin鈥 fridge (the only fridge I ever knew until I was married). I would only be ten years old but it give me confidence and I was popular with the customers.
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