Reminiscences of Childhood at Stoke Common

I can remember when I was a small child coming home from school in the winter, so pleased to get home to a lovely coal fire and the kettle singing on the hob. We had a wonderful Mother, so caring and warm, and also a very loving Dad. We lived in a little cottage by a Pub called The Foresters Arms which is still standing but so much different now to what is was in those days. My Dad used to like a pint of beer there on a Saturday evening. I could lie in bed at night and hear them turning out at closing time, saying good-night to one another and walking away down the gritted road until I couldn't hear them any more.