THE life story of Hilda Holden who celebrated her 100th birth day in The Bugle (July 31 edition) brought back a few memories to me.
In 1941 when I was eight I was waiting for my mate Christine Evans on her doorstep.
All of a sudden the door was shut by her aunt, a 'Rose Tolley' and Christine's mom Elsie. They were discussing something that had happened in the Second World War when a door fell in after an explosion from a bomb which had been dropped on a house in Bradley's Lane, next to railway, and a door fell in on another house.
I forgot to say I remembered it because I had my finger trapped in the door.
I ran round home two doors away and dipped my finger in Mom's bowl of new potatoes which she was scraping and had all the potato peelings hanging off.
I had a leather finger stall on my finger for eight weeks.
Anyway I was wondering if that Rose Tolley was the same person who was Hilda Holden's sister and Elsie also. Perhaps Hilda's son might let me know.
39 Lane Street,