Childhood Memory!

I think I was about 8 when this photograph was taken. (I am the blonde!) From this scene it is evident I enjoyed myself at every opportunity. My family all had great senses of humour, a quality I am happy to say was passed on to me. Whilst mum was establishing herself in her new job as a secretary at ICI it was her sister, Auntie Dot who looked after me, seeing I got up for school, had a good breakfast and of an evening there would always be a good meal on the table. When mum called for me after work we would go to mum's house in the next street. I would run errands for Auntie Dot, the butcher at the time was Peter Macdonald. I was a well known face in the shop. When I was at secondary school we were disecting eye balls in biology. The teacher, Mrs Purnell asked if any of the class knew any butchers. I put my hand up, volunteering to collect some eyeballs from the butcher. It just so happened, a day or so later Auntie Dot asked me to go to the butchers and get some sausages. Off I went, planning a little surprise for Auntie Dot! I went to the butchers, collected both packages and on my return home I handed Auntie Dot the package containing the eyeballs. She opened the package and let out such an horrendous scream I heard her whilst I was playing in the back yard! How I laughed! A few days ago I had cause to call in to the same butchers, Peter is still there, as is his son, John. They still laugh about the eyeball story!