A child’s world

 

IMG_0009When I was two years old I decided to follow my dad to church.I couldn’t see him but I went  up the street and crossed the road.At the church door the men recognised me and lifted me up then passed me down the row of men in which my dad sat.The 11 am Mass was mainly for men while the women went early as they had to cook the dinner.I can see all those  men now..I knew who they were.So different from our present life.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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