The Village Policeman
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Year: 1930s
The Village Policeman
My father was the village policeman in the late 30s. My first memories was the police house next door to the garage, and the sweet shop with a lot of steps, (is it still there) the bridge sticks in my mind. The time dad chopped his leg badly and we were shipped off to Grandma's and we had a car accident we made the papers that day (would love a copy of that). My first school teacher Miss Negus, and going to Sunday school and collecting my stamps for attending. I have an old photo of our policehouse taken by my brother on one of his vists.
I now reside in Australia but I still feel a touch of nostalgia for my home country.
Shared on 30 January 2009
