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'Mother told me to fight back and I did'; a 'literal child' is sent to bed with no supper
Oldie reader, Peter Walton, takes a trip down Memory Lane
Vivian Nind remembers sub-editors busy with black marker pens and elderly men perched over proofs, far superior to the modern spell-check
Memory lane by Oldie reader, Mark Milbank
Fifty years ago I was an eleven-year-old schoolgirl attending my brother’s ordination in Rome, along with all my family and some very close family friends...
60-odd years ago I boarded a train at Victoria station that would carry me and a musician friend on the first leg of a journey to Belgrade. A Yugoslav interpreter, met at the Edinburgh Festival, had told me how we could then get to Dubrovnik...
70 years ago I was having a jolly good time as an evacuee in deepest Sussex, billeted with an aunt and two female cousins. We hardly knew there was a war on...
