There was little privacy in a Derbyshire village in the 1930’s. One generation after another occupied the same cottages, living side by side with folks they had known all their lives. We shared a multitude of aunts and uncles and cousins. Life was simple, safe, and secure and every village had its share of special characters, humorous, lovable, eccentric, all long gone but long remembered.
- How could we forget Emmie and her ex-ray eyes and obnoxious worm cakes?
- Tommy. Arthur. Grubbit and Harry, four stalwarts of the local pub.
- Sam the expert trout tickler and his fund of ditties.
- Building the dam and the road that leads to nowhere but a sea of memories.
- Florence’s cat Chummy and how his milk saucer saved the day.
- Christmas, the Nativity that didn’t go according to plan
- Knowle House’s special two-holer in the orchard.
- Darby’s “heavenly” marrows.
- Eliza’s forbidden quiverfull.
- Aunt Maggie’s precious stones.
- Saving the sheep.
And many more. And winter never failed to bring the snow.
And always there was grandfather, Frederick Staley, Chairman of the Parish Council, friend to all. His listening ear and wise council solved many a problem and dried many a tear, particularly Joan’s.
About the author
Born with a pen in her hand and crossed with a sheep, (or so she is told), on the Derbyshire border in Fulwood Sheffield, and with the blood of two old Derbyshire families, the Staley’s and the Robinson’s, running through my veins, Rose Guite grew up with a love of writing and of those beautiful hills and dales.
She moved to Cornwall in 1966 and wrote articles, short stories etc. for magazines and newspapers in between running a guest house. Rose is still a compulsive writer but now mainly concentrating on writing novels, four completed and two more approaching their last chapters.