I remember those days. Very comforting for children.
I remember those days. Very comforting for children.
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They were comforting times. Remembering being upstairs in bed tucked in at night as the adults cleaned up, then then they went into the living room with their drinks and talked, told stories and laughed til it was time for them to go home. In my family, a well-told story was worth a lot. People would tell and re-tell stories and the funnier they were, the more they were enjoyed.
All the coats and furs were piled on the guestroom bed. Sometimes I would wake up as they got their wraps and would come out to kiss them goodbye.