Memories Of Forgotten Days

The year of 1950 was the year a summer lasted from Mars to October and I was twelve years old and wore long trousers. It was a time of equality children of the middle classes and us poor went to the same school, it was only when we parted at the school gate we went our separate way. Our street was what we can call a place where poverty lingered but things where getting better and we had food to eat as there were fishes in the sea and potatoes in the fields. Near us in a big white house lived a man who mother said was very rich I often saw him getting out of a black car helped by a uniformed chauffeur. The rich man wore a heavy coat all year round but his riches meant nothing to me, I was more impressed by the chauffeur who got to drive such a splendid car.