my much loved Grandfather.
seen here in what would have been an atmospheric
taste of a casbah!
On return from our holiday, imagine my father's feelings on getting the film developed to find a born and bred Yorkshire man, complete with flat cap
completing the scene.
This lovely man I have to thank for me never having smoked.
He lived with us in the family home where he worked
as an accounts manager at
Vickers Dartford.
As a small child I would always look forward to his return,
as in his jacket pocket he would sometimes have
a sweet which he had been given at work.
a sweet which he had been given at work.
In his cardigan, grandads wore cardigans in those days didn't they?
He would have a pocket full of these...
Dried peas, yes you heard right!
Dried peas
which he would chew.
Dried peas
which he would chew.
I tried it a few times; not a flavour I would recommend.
On lots of occasions, sitting on his lap he would say
'Promise me Linda you will never smoke!'
'But Grandad, you smoke!'
'Yes, I know, but just promise me!'
I solemnly did, and I haven't ever been a victim of the evil weed,
thanks to my lovely grandad's wise words.
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On lots of occasions, sitting on his lap he would say
'Promise me Linda you will never smoke!'
'But Grandad, you smoke!'
'Yes, I know, but just promise me!'
I solemnly did, and I haven't ever been a victim of the evil weed,
thanks to my lovely grandad's wise words.
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