The year 1969: the last time my mother and grandmother slaved in the basement kitchen to put a banquet on the dining-room table two floors up, as the men of the family, refreshed after a walk back from church, sipped sherry and discussed their Boxing Day golf. 1974: my mother, semi-detached from my father, possibly bored by
Christmases to remember
Dec 13, 2023
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