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		By: Dave E		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I walked to school from Broadway Mkt up Goldsmith Row into Columbia Rd and recall a sweet shop in the late 1960s, up near the Birdcage Pub,  that had 6 different sized glasses so you could pay whatever you could afford from 1 up to 6 pence.   6 pence being the largest glass of fizzy drink. Then the bloke would rinse the glass in a bowl under the counter for the next kid.  Imagine that now.   We also at lunchtimes bought an uncut loaf,cut it in half to share with a mate, gouged out the inside and flung it to the birds, filled the cavity with chips slat n vinegar and lunch was served.  JD]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I walked to school from Broadway Mkt up Goldsmith Row into Columbia Rd and recall a sweet shop in the late 1960s, up near the Birdcage Pub,  that had 6 different sized glasses so you could pay whatever you could afford from 1 up to 6 pence.   6 pence being the largest glass of fizzy drink. Then the bloke would rinse the glass in a bowl under the counter for the next kid.  Imagine that now.   We also at lunchtimes bought an uncut loaf,cut it in half to share with a mate, gouged out the inside and flung it to the birds, filled the cavity with chips slat n vinegar and lunch was served.  JD</p>
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		By: Barbara Farquhar. Nee Day		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dear Linda Wilkinson
   Just  thought you may be interested to know that I sat next to Tony Wilkinson at Columbia Road school. I have been perusing the history of Columbia road and have often thought of mentioning it. I think I remember that the family also owned a shop opposite the house.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Linda Wilkinson<br />
   Just  thought you may be interested to know that I sat next to Tony Wilkinson at Columbia Road school. I have been perusing the history of Columbia road and have often thought of mentioning it. I think I remember that the family also owned a shop opposite the house.</p>
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		By: Peter Morris		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2017 00:16:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gorgeous writing. I grew up in Northampton and our family rituals from that time were pretty much the same, as I guess the whole country&#039;s was at that time. Sad so much traditional, pleasant day-to-day social activity has seemingly gone forever.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gorgeous writing. I grew up in Northampton and our family rituals from that time were pretty much the same, as I guess the whole country&#8217;s was at that time. Sad so much traditional, pleasant day-to-day social activity has seemingly gone forever.</p>
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		By: rhonda jean		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Haven&#039;t commented for a long time but I&#039;m still reading after all these years.  Great writing, Linda. I&#039;ll look for the book. Thanks for featuring her, Gentle Author. We&#039;re the same age so I could remember similar Sundays.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Haven&#8217;t commented for a long time but I&#8217;m still reading after all these years.  Great writing, Linda. I&#8217;ll look for the book. Thanks for featuring her, Gentle Author. We&#8217;re the same age so I could remember similar Sundays.</p>
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		By: Nicole		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 16:12:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This reminds me of my own childhood, mum cooking the Sunday dinner, dad up the pub, then home to eat and a sleep. Nan always came round on Sunday too. A pint of shrimps and half of winkles with bread and butter for tea, and if we were lucky a tin of fruit cocktail with evaporated milk! I can still smell the cabbage cooking and the feel of the kitchen with its steamed up windows!! Have just ordered the book, can&#039;t wait to read it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This reminds me of my own childhood, mum cooking the Sunday dinner, dad up the pub, then home to eat and a sleep. Nan always came round on Sunday too. A pint of shrimps and half of winkles with bread and butter for tea, and if we were lucky a tin of fruit cocktail with evaporated milk! I can still smell the cabbage cooking and the feel of the kitchen with its steamed up windows!! Have just ordered the book, can&#8217;t wait to read it.</p>
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		By: Adele		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 15:53:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A very enjoyable read, beautifully written.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A very enjoyable read, beautifully written.</p>
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		By: Sue		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 14:52:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lovely writing.
Sue.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely writing.<br />
Sue.</p>
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		By: Helen Breen		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 11:25:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Greetings from Boston,

GA, thanks for sharing Linda&#039;s description of Sundays long past. I guess we all have &quot;Sunday memories,&quot; a little different but somewhat the same...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Greetings from Boston,</p>
<p>GA, thanks for sharing Linda&#8217;s description of Sundays long past. I guess we all have &#8220;Sunday memories,&#8221; a little different but somewhat the same&#8230;</p>
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		By: acadarchist		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 10:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Beautiful writing. I already knew what Linda`s Nan looked like before I saw her photo, such was Linda`s descriptive skill. Lovely.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful writing. I already knew what Linda`s Nan looked like before I saw her photo, such was Linda`s descriptive skill. Lovely.</p>
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		By: Sharon Morrell		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 08:26:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Absolutely wonderful writing, made me cry.]]></description>
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