Archive | September, 2014

My Czechoslovakia friend

   When I was a small child – somewhere between 1945 and 1948  my father owned a plaster works.  He hired a man from                  Czechoslovakia and this man lived in a caravan by the side of dad’s drying sheds.   I remember being fascinated by his language and accent and his habit of saying ‘you know’ […]

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