||[Nov. 27th, 2004|10:34 am]
My mother brought some boxes down from the attic. The first two contained battered toy soldiers and farmyard animals. Some of the animals had odd puncture wounds.|
“Looks like someone’s been shooting at them with an air rifle,” I said.
“Ah,” said my mother. “Your grandmother did have two brothers…”
Which takes us back to before the first world war.
Later we were looking through family photographs- and there laid out on a table at my grandmother’s house were the very same toy animals and there was me in the foreground, aged about four- a mere fifty years ago…