For archive Thursday, (as Thursday has become for a while anyway), is another early post of mine. I found this interesting because I had forgotten about this part memoir, part fiction piece.. I’ll leave it up to you to work out what part is fiction, The story would have to be classified as fiction. It supports my theory that a lot of fiction has an element of memoir.
Suddenly I was six years old again. I had forgotten how it felt and fifty years later the feeling came flooding back. The unbridled joy followed by the knowledge an emptiness and longing was to follow. The indecision as to how I would tackle the problem.
Transported back to childhood, I remembered each Monday. Pocket money day. Unlike my brother who banked his, I visited the Popular Cafe. They had the best lolly selection in town. Leaving early for school on these days I ensured that I had enough time to make a really good choice of sweets. Sixpence bought a lot in those days. I had to deliberate on whether to buy one all day sucker for a penny or maybe get six mint leaves, which I didn’t like quite as much. The four for a penny musk sticks were a definite must, as were the milk bottles. The sherbet, with…
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Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 