I WAS interested in the letter from Mary Hackett in The Bugle (January 9 edition) with her Christmas memory of the family's leg of pork which was so big it had to be cooked in Hadley's Bakery ovens.
My uncle used to work at Hadley's.
It was before I was born but my cousin who is now 89 years old has often told me about the Christmas mornings her dad had to go in early to cook the joints and turkeys, courtesy of Ezra Hadley.
I expect only the well-off could afford turkey as even when I was growing up we only had a chicken at Christmas, and it was the only time during the year we saw one. I don't know how much money changed hands to pay for the cooking service.
My uncle's name was Joseph Pearson.