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A Memory of Slough.

Until 1960 our family lived on the High Street, above the newspaper offices, where my father worked. I have a lasting memory of walking down the High Street with my mother and little brother, when a tramp came out of a cafe with a large brown paper bag. He took a bread roll out of the bag and bit into it. It must not have been to his liking as he kicked the bag and rolls high into the air, scattering them all over the pavement!