The Late 1950s

A Memory of Burham.

I remember the baker's van coming down to Church Street in the summer, we could choose a cake, the baker would open the back of the little van and pull out the drawers, out would come a thousand wasps.  No one ran for cover and the cakes were lovely.  I remember that I had to wear an apron over my dress everyday to keep my dress clean.

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