We moved into the Police House at Tyne Hill in January 1955. It was bitterly cold and we had no coal. My husband was still at Eynsham Hall and I was there with three children, 3years, 2years and one month old. I managed as best I could, sorting wood from the hedgerow until the coal man called. The local village, Sibford Gower, was a fair walk away, but walk we did, with the baby in the pram, the 2-year-old sitting on the pram and the poor three-year-old having to walk. But it was, for all that, a lovely place to be. Mrs Sabin in the village was lovely and helped me a lot. Mr Thornton at the Co-op was a godsend. Mr Canning the milkman used to cut the boys hair as well as deliver the milk. Happy Days.
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