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Christmas morning,dad biilding anticipation by prolonging lighting the fire to keep us warm while opening our presents,huge excitement when we got downstairs to find HE had been ,the smell of the chicken cooking after dad had been up late plucking and trussing,the journey of the TV into the front room,used only until boxing day over,jaffa oranges,a treat,walnuts, and Brian Rix in a farce on TV while I read my new book or annual around the fire.Mum had spent weeks while we where in bed knitting a new jumper each for us,and one for dad while he was at work during day?

Playing snakes and ladders with dad and brothers.

My favourite childhood memory is stating to my parents how horrible I thought the new dining room suite was .... that it made the dining room look like a “morgue”. I’ve recently taken over the table and chairs of the said suite and LOVE IT! It’s now 60 years old and has really stood the test of time.

My favourite memories are going to visit my Dad at work with my Mum when I was primary school age he was a groundsman. I can still remember the smell of sitting in his shed eating my lunch and him showing me around all his greenhouses and the massive grounds that he worked in. I used to love it.

I loved spending time with my maternal grand-parents who were both deaf and used sign language. I didn’t realise that this was unusual and thought everyone understood it. It wasn’t until I was older that I realised what a beautiful language they’d given me.

Running after the ice cream van with a bowl from the kitchen and asking the man for 20p of ice cream because we couldn’t afford cornets for all of us.

Visiting the shops after dark on Christmas Eve when I was very small. The local paper shop had a box of fairy dolls for the top of the tree with foils wings and net dresses in multiple colours. Lots of brightly coloured decorations and an air of excitement

It was Christmas Day and i was 8 years old. I received my first ever Christmas present...Wonderwoman cuffs & a headband. Fab day

Staying overnight at Granny's and then next day being taught how to raddle stone the step.

Watching old films on a Sunday afternoon with my mum, I think my dad was probably working. I still love those old films today and remember my mum explaining them to me as a young girl.

As a small child, my dad lying next to me in bed telling me a bedtime story. I would curl a strand of his hair round and around my finger as I listened. Eventually he would be fast asleep with a tuft of hair sticking up!

Going to the Isle of Wight by train and ferry with my mum, dad and maternal grandparents and staying in a hotel with a vast array of food and a 'pet turkey'. Happy days.

Church anniverary parades wearing our Sunday best and led through the parish by the Boys Brigade band.

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Some of my favourite memories are of being out in the greenhouse with my grandfather. He was a keen gardener and grew tomatoes. He was very patient with me and taught me all about growing them. It started a love of gardening which has stayed with me all my life

Playing in the woods with my friends and my dog, also being a bit naughty and scrumping for apples in the allotment next to the woods.

Being curled up with my cat, watching the rain outside, feeling cosy, safe and warm.

On the pebbly beach at the Bay of Nigg, Aberdeenshire, skimming stones into the sea, with my parents and brother and sister. Simple pleasures on our annual holiday to Scotland.

My dad making me fish finger sandwiches for breakfast.
We were always the first up in the morning so it was a special time when I got Dad to myself.

My father singing my brother and I to sleep in the evenings

Going on holiday to Bridlington where we stayed in a caravan we would go on trips, boat rides and play on the beach and in the evening's we would go to a show or walk along the cliff top to Sewerby where we met friends and family at the ship inn all the kids would play and have pop and crisps we did this every year until I was 15

Aged 3 years, having a "half and apple and half an orange treat" shared with my Nanna ( the promise of this as a treat would stop me making a fuss when my Mum was going shopping or having a bit of "me-time" for herself.

We didn't have many toys compared to today's children. But we did have the freedom to play outside all day long with our friends. We played hopscotch on the pavement, we played hide and seek and rounders as there was very little traffic. Skipping with a rope stretched across the road, chanting the skipping songs. A crowd of us, running around, plenty of exercise and friendship. Sometimes we sat on the kerb collecting car numbers in a little notebook. Oh happy happy days, lost and gone forever. I don't remember rainy days, I think the sun was always shining!

sitting on the freshly mown school field with my new best friend on my first day of infant school.

We lived in Wales and my dad took me for a walk up the mountain. We stopped for a rest and there was a large boulder nearby. Dad gave it a push and there was an ants nest underneath. It was teeming with hundreds of ants and I was fascinated. Dad got his hanky and picked the ants eggs, putting them in his hanky. When we went home he shook the eggs into our goldfish bowl. The goldfish were going mad for the ants eggs, there was a frantic few minutes while they scoffed the lot. I was fascinated. Never forgot it.