Jul 10 2016
‘The Talkin’ Gate…’
‘Did your gate ever talk to your Ma’? Well our one did. If she was sitting in the parlour with the window open and somebody came in our gate she’d now immediatly who it was by the sound of the gate. And the gate would often tell her when the little ones were trying to get out because it gave a special squeak for them. Now we didn’t have a posh gate like this one with pillars and all, we just had railings…’