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This painting meant so much to my grandmother . . .
BY LOUISE MC
THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no
TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape
I’M up at my mum’s old house, going through a trunk full of photographs. There is a biscuit tin of medals here, awarded to my grandfathers after World War I. I pull one of them out and realise it was
MUMMY says you need a new lady in your life. Do you need a new lady in your life, Grandpa?” Lily lifted her head from the drawing she was doing and looked Joe in the eye. If he’d been drinking coffee
When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis
A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...