Well my trip down memory lane concerned the days when the first electric washing machines were around. I was on holiday sitting in the back garden, and not having heard a machine washing, I got the most awful fright when it started up. My father asked me if I liked the noise, to which I replied that I didn't as it gave me a fright. I must have only been seven or eight at the time. I also recall living in a four-bedroom house and my mother using a noisy mangle which could be heard from right at the top of the stairs to where the back kitchen was. Instead of my brothers and sisters being taken in the car to school, they would all go together, along with their friends and walk from our house over to the village or to a school near to the hospital. Life these days is a luxury to what it was in the 'fifties and 'sixties. That's my childhood memory. from June.