« A Broken Thread | Main | A Tale Of The Unexpected – Part I - 9 - The Cavalry Arrives? »

A Shout From The Attic: Holidays

....Fathers wore clean Macintoshes, mothers wore woollen coats, hats, the children wore Sabbath best, and they sat on their bulging leather or fibre suitcases, strapped together with spare leather belts so as not to burst open before they were opened in the lodgings....

Ronnie Bray recalls childhood holidays.

To read more of Ronnie's autobiography please click on A Shout From The Attic in the menu on this page.

We went by train to Blackpool and Redcar for our annual one week’s holiday. The stations were full of families with grim faced fathers and nervous women and children ranging from the well behaved, such as me, to the uncontrollable.

Fathers wore clean Macintoshes, mothers wore woollen coats, hats, the children wore Sabbath best, and they sat on their bulging leather or fibre suitcases, strapped together with spare leather belts so as not to burst open before they were opened in the lodgings, when they filled the room with de-compressed clothes, breathing free at last, and the unmistakable smell of camphor, as a mothicide.

The stuff we bought at our holidays places always managed to fit in for the return journeys, and that was another of those miracles.

Categories

Creative Commons License
This website is licensed under a Creative Commons License.