Having begun this book with reference to a family wedding. it seems quite reasonable to close with recollections of Eunice and Stan's big day. Their wedding took place at The Registry Office in Sheffield, otherwise known as the Wedding Cake, because of its shape and function. Just prior to setting off Stan discovered that a new battery which was in the boot of the car had tipped up spilling acid all over. So dressed in his best he set to, to clean it, but being in goodtime, they arrived on time. (Stan is well known for allowing plenty of time. It is rumoured that he used to allow fifteen minutes to get from the bedroom to the bathroom just in case). Just in case of what, no-one seems to know. However, since his retirement life has taken on a quieter and more relaxed aspect. Following that slight digression, and getting back to the wedding, dad hadn't quite as much time to spare and much to mum's horror they ran out of petrol. Quite a disaster as it was pouring with rain. They left the car on yellow lines only to discover later on that he'd got a parking ticket. But the day was not yet over, back at the house later, mum bent down to pick up some confetti, only to discover to her detriment that in fact it was some glaze from a chipped cup. The confetti warranted three stiches at the Northern General.
Conclusion. I had intended for the last piece about Eunice and Stan to be the end but feel a resume of the family would better close the book. I have covered, if my maths is correct, six generations, or a period covering about one hundred and twenty years. The family has produced people with a wide variety of skills: Nail maker, engineer, architect, actress, teachers. In the distant past Dad sold insurance, worked in a Pawn shop, and much else. My own daughter is a full-time horse rider. Ernest was an undertaker and also owner of a chip shop. Albert a skilled saw smith. And myself? Oh, I almost forgot the little person who started it all. The working-class cleaning woman who wouldn't use cracked pots, also known as Little Granny, or Mum, without whom none of this would have been possible.
So, that`s all folks. I hope that you`ve enjoyed my book as much as I enjoyed writing it. A lot has happened since I wrote this so perhaps I ought to put pen to paper, or at least fingers to keyboard and bring you up to date with events back in the UK.
No doubt I`ll be posting something in near future. Chris.
Stanley the boy who stole this 🧡
Full circle!
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My Daddy
