Memory

When I was looking at this shot, memories of being taken to this store to see the decorations floated up.
With adult eyes, it was probably not a Christmas treat but was just to 'jolly along' my moaning on a fraught shopping trip.
Perhaps it happened only once, afterall my practical mother, bless her, was not much of a sentimentalist.
You quickly learned that treasured childhood bric-a-brac should be placed out of the line-of-site if you expected to keep it.
'Mum, have you seen my....' conversations rarely ended well.
Memory is a funny thing. To quote Elizabeth Bowen, 'memory....rejects the edifying cathedral and indellably photographs the small boy outside chewing a hunk of melon in the dust'