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?
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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