I was brought up listening to stories. As a young child both my parents read stories to me every night until I learned to read for myself and was then able to hungrily devour book after book! My father, in particular, told me numerous stories. Stories from his own childhood in the 1900s, stories from his time in India as a soldier during the British Raj, and other stories that he simply made up. Consequently I too always read to my own children, and told them stories – some of which they in turn told to their o children?! In addition, my formative years were the early 1950s, when very few people actually had television but everybody listened to the radio. In the early 1950’s the memory of the wartime years still remained comparatively fresh in people’s memories in the UK so radio programmes were often quite jolly and steered…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 