Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Dedications
To my daughters Kathi, Niki and Rachel
To all who work in St Luke's Kenton Grange Hospice Harrow, to
Lesley Dodd the walks organiser, and to the Hospice Walkers
Trish
Patricia Flint
5 November 1940 - 20 January 2007
John Flint
Acknowledgments
My thanks to Liz Hudson of 1stSecretarial Office Support.
Also my grateful thanks to all the staff of Austin Macaulay who
have been involved in the production of this my second book.
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The kitchen range was a bit like a Rayburn, but bigger and
black with the fire exposed on some of them. This masterpiece
of engineering really had the full treatment; you swept the
short metal chimney, which led to the main chimney outside,
then cleaned all the flues which lead to the hot plates, hobs
and ovens and to the boiler. The latter either provided hot
water through a brass tap on the front, or if you were super
modern, the hot water went up to a tank from where, O luxury
of luxuries, it would feed a bath, probably one wash hand
basin and the kitchen sink. Baths were on a rota basis, as the
boiler could only cope with one bath per night. If you think
this is medieval, the house my parents had lived in before I
was born, and where my sister had been born, had a green cast
iron hand pump at the end of the draining board, very much
like the ones now sold as ornaments in garden centres and the
water would be bucketed into a gas boiler which stood in the
corner of the kitchen, and then, when it was hot enough, the
big zinc bath hanging behind the door would be taken down
and filled. Bubble bath? Scented soap? Dont make me laugh!
But I digress. The kitchen range was black-leaded and
because it was bigger, you became filthier. Gloves and masks
were unheard of, but you knew where the dust had gone when
you blew your nose!
Then there was the other metal work, brass, copper steel,
silver if you had any, you name it, we polished it. Your hands
changed colour several times according to what you were
cleaning, and what witches brew you were using. True, there
was Brasso for the brass and copper and Zebo for black lead
work and Grandmas special concoctions. There were also
special potions in unmarked jars, recipes handed down in the
family, probably for generations, and, which, should you
accidentally swallow some, no one would have a clue as to
what was dissolving your internal organs. Suffice it to say
many of these recipes contained more than one poisonous
substance and probably acid as well. Hygiene being what it
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