Memory, all alone in the sunlight

Written by eklastic

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Memories of a time when coal and domestic fuel oil was sold in portable containers.

For One Word Sunday: memory.

7 thoughts on “Memory, all alone in the sunlight”

    1. Very distant. When I was little, we had coal delivered out in the street and my mum, my grandpa and after work my father had to shovel it in the cellar (which was really on the same level as the street, so it was hard work). My husband’s parents bought oil in a canister.

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