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1. A Christmas Remembered: I can remember many things from those years during WWII but not a single Christmas. The war years were spent living in the city of Chester with my grandparents and my mother. We all lived in a terraced house with no electricity, one cold water tap in the scullery and an outside toilet. The dolly tub became a bath when set in front of the black-lead grate, where a large kettle – black from sitting over a coal fire – heated the water. Precious hot water, not to be squandered in a single use of the dolly tub.
2. ‘Shades Of’? I’m hardly qualified to comment on what may pass as pornographic literature and film, but I do know something about sheds and gardening.
3. A Letter For Christmas: We now live in a society that is – at its best – ambivalent regarding any religious connection with angels and demons. At its worst; the acceptance of an analogous supernatural representation of good and evil, may reflect a growing belief in such ‘forces’. These analogous representations of the supernatural are now constantly reinforced by modern literature, film, television, ‘superheroes’, and media representations of Lewis’ and Tolkien’s work, to the point where any belief in a supernatural God is suborned in favour of a supernatural force.
4. Crompton On Christmas (A Review): I doubt very much if even my children, and certainly not my grandchildren, could comprehend a society in which women could be so subservient to men that they found it convenient to feign deafness. Then a story from nearly one hundred years ago is from a time unknown to them and seen as having little relevance to their own lives.
5. A Literary Trip: For reasons – unfathomable to me – Aunt Ada reminded me of Pip’s sister in Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Perhaps it was their severity, but severe actions by Pip’s sister were never followed by remorse. If aunt Ada’s actions were perversity followed by regret, Pip’s sister, Mrs Joe Gargery, found a resonance in the proverb ‘He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes’.
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