As soon as our brother began his piano practise each morning, I would get up, put on a large pot of porridge and begin to cut the brown bread for the sandwiches. The kitchen was tiny and consisted mainly of a table which I would fill with the bread, adding butter, marmite and occasionally lettuce to make up the sandwiches. I became really skilled at this task and soon there would be a bundle for each child wrapped in wax paper. However, every couple of weeks there'd be a stand-off from my siblings demanding something else on their bread. For a week or two they'd get honey and walnuts (our Uncle had a walnut tree) dates and apple, or even kiwifruit sandwiches. Mum made sure her children NEVER had the white bread with jam or sugar frequently requested! Before too long I'd say, "you'll have what you get!" and we'd return to the marmite sandwiches!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.