My mother and myself
Firework night. In 2002 it was the day my mother died and Ro and I were with her. We could hear the fireworks going off all around. I remember my mother disliked their noise, it reminded her too much of the guns etc during the war. Tonight we can hear fireworks.
Above I must have been a year old and we were living in Stonehouse with my aunt.
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