Archie was my grandfather – my dad’s father in fact. He was born about 1880… a very different time. He died when I was 11 years old.
My memories of him range from the Violet Crumble bars that he always had on hand for us, the big sunflower by the side of his house and the old wood fuelled fire stove. Oh, and the piece of string that was tied to his back door! I wonder if you know what that was for?
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