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Family matters
My Uncle Arne, who appeared in yesterday’s Fifty-years-ago-today post, was a real character. He was a Norwegian national who jumped ship when the whaling -vessel he worked on sought shelter in Liverpool from a German u-boat during World War II. He spent the rest of his life living tally with my Auntie Nelly - a beautiful, overtly sexy lady who, according to my mother, was “no better than she ought to be”. He never mastered the English language, which made him more interesting to me. I remember two odd things about him. He would leave the milk in the sun to go sour before he drank it. And he dunked cream-cakes in his beer at family weddings. On these occasions, he gave his lack of English as an excuse to avoid the ceremony and get a head start on the serious drinking. I treasured a whale’s tooth which he gave me, but it went missing when I left home in haste. [Emma and I are off for a couple of days. The next few posts are scheduled.]
My Uncle Arne, who appeared in yesterday’s Fifty-years-ago-today post, was a real character. He was a Norwegian national who jumped ship when the whaling -vessel he worked on sought shelter in Liverpool from a German u-boat during World War II. He spent the rest of his life living tally with my Auntie Nelly - a beautiful, overtly sexy lady who, according to my mother, was “no better than she ought to be”. He never mastered the English language, which made him more interesting to me. I remember two odd things about him. He would leave the milk in the sun to go sour before he drank it. And he dunked cream-cakes in his beer at family weddings. On these occasions, he gave his lack of English as an excuse to avoid the ceremony and get a head start on the serious drinking. I treasured a whale’s tooth which he gave me, but it went missing when I left home in haste. [Emma and I are off for a couple of days. The next few posts are scheduled.]
