NOW ITS LIKE LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW
by Mary Morgan
Chapter 2 - page 4
By this time my sister had been engaged for nearly two years and was
planning her wedding. I was to be her bridesmaid, so I had something new
and exciting to look forward to. She got married at the lovely church of
St Mary's on Bushbury Hill. She and I wore a "costume" as they were
called in those days. Mine consisted of a pale grey "pencil slim" skirt
and a matching jacket with a blue blouse underneath and a pretty blue
hat with a veil. Her's was pale blue costume with a frilly white blouse
and pretty white hat. She carried a white prayer book, with the first
orchid I had ever seen on it, instead of a bouquet. This sort of wedding
had become popular just after the war. Most brides then couldn't get
enough clothing coupons together to waste on a full blown wedding dress.
It was much more prudent to get married in something that you could
carry on wearing after the ceremony.
My brother Peter had previously been called up to do his National
Service and after his initial training, had been posted abroad to
Benghazi in North Africa. So because my sister didn't have a father to
give her away at her marriage my mother wrote and asked his regiment,
the Royal Electrical, Mechanic Engineers, if he could take his father's
place instead. But no such luck. He'd already had compassionate leave
for our father's funeral 10 months before, so he missed out. It was
while he was in Benghazi that my brother wrote asking me if I would like
a pen friend to write to. His mate would like one and wanted to know how
the Wolves football team were going on. I knew very little about
football then but I agreed…little knowing this would this action would
affect the rest of my life!
end of Chapter 2
