by oggbashan
This story is excellent.
However the paragraph about Aunt Emily taking you into Croydon on the tram from Thorton Heath appears to be after she bought her Festival of Britain teapot. This seems wrong, as I believe the old London Tram service closed in April 1951, and the Tramlink extension is still just a proposal.
Until near the end, I thought this was fiction. As I could see how far along I was, I found it unsatisfying because it felt unfinished.
When at the end I realized it wasn't a story but a memory, my view changed. I'm very glad you posted it! It's very effective, given that. The juxtaposition of your sister's impending death and the Festival make for a very moving autobiographical snippet.
(For what it's worth, I (across the pond from you) had never heard of the Festival of Britain. When it was happening, I was conceived but as yet unborn, so that's not surprising.)
-- Wil Cox
Importers ... gosh. They had a branch in Bromley, at least up to the late 1970s when I moved away. The smell of roasting coffee wafted up and down the High Street. Thanks for reviving the memory.
sad memories but overall a view into someone's life. 1951, wow, to think about what was "a normal" life then, compared to now.