It is many years since I read Sheilah Graham's books. My own father was lucky not to have been sent to an orphanage; his mother was left a widow aged 34 with five small children, in the East End during the Depression. I found this piece very moving; had to mop up my eyes, in fact.
It is many years since I read Sheilah Graham's books. My own father was lucky not to have been sent to an orphanage; his mother was left a widow aged 34 with five small children, in the East End during the Depression. I found this piece very moving; had to mop up my eyes, in fact.