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This part of my life is very sketchy, as it was so long ago, but the first thing I remember is my Grandfather dying and the funeral, when I was 5 years old.

My grandmother owned a pub and her 4 sons, including my Dad, loved to drink.  So the day of the funeral we had several taxi cabs come to the pub.  We all piled into them and had a pub crawl.  Yes, we went from pub to pub, eating, drinking, and being merry.

I can also remember stopping for ice cream and we had a great celebration.  I don’t think any member of the family, apart from us children, getting home sober.

This is the only memory I have of my grandfather.  My mother’s parents died young and I never knew either of them.

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