Violet and Jack, a proper love story. The land girl from Camden Town, the lad from Somerset, married in London and settled in Clutton. Recently I went to visit their shared grave, him dying in 1991 and her in 2006.
I have fond memories of Jack, he was kind. As a self conscious girl of 15 he told me I was pretty enough to be a manikin, I've never forgotten that. There were huge fields at the end of their long garden, a green unending expanse, we fed chickens and kicked up the dust on sun baked dirt paths. Apparently he died in the garden, dropping before Violet's eyes as she stood at the kitchen sink.
My Aunty Vi was my mum's favourite sister and in her prime an absolute knockout beauty. Jack was a lucky man.
