Saturday, 19 January 2013

Wroxham Broad

This postcard was written in 1925 by Olive, aged about 13 at the time. Olive was my Grandma.

Me (aged 11) and my sister (aged 8) once boarded a bus and undertook a long journey to visit our Grandma. She was very cautious least anybody see us. There was a phonecall from Grandpa while we were there. We did not worry. It was an adventure to us, but to her and grandma there was a lot at stake.

Those were strange times a bit like the cold war between the East and West but in our case it was because we had come out of a religious sect and our grandparents remained in it and they were not allowed to see their grandchildren.

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