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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