So many. From both my Grans and my Mum and my own 70+ years and now from my late MIL - books from her childhood in the 1920s.
Maybe the most magical discovery after my Mum’s death was her Mum’s school report from about 1912. The school she attended in Bermondsy is still going strong and I sent them a photocopy.
I also treasure the diaries my Dad kept in WWII. He was captured at St Valery en Caux in June 1940 and didn’t get home until 1945.
Welcome card for new Vietnamese neighbours?
Ha! Ha! Haaaaaaaaa! An OBE in exchange for the State Pension?
The land is dry, and the people are ...stupid?


