This is a tale my wife told me about her Dad which goes back long before this picture was taken. In 1954 times were hard he had no steady work and the house where he lived with his family was under a possible demolition order. They had some limited savings for a mortgage deposit, but could find no property within their budget and without guaranteed, steady work no one would lend them the money anyway.
One morning her Mum was preparing breakfast when her Dad noticed an old man sitting on the bench outside in the street. It was a small community and so it struck him as strange.
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The old man explained that he had lost his pension book, had no money and had to wait several days for the Post Office to sort it out. Her Dad took him into the house and told his wife…
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