I remember my Auntie with fond memories what a Lady she was. This being my fathers auntie Hilda , so being my favourite Great Auntie. She was a lady with a big heart , they lived in North London and as you know I lived in the Northeast of Eng at this memorable time. Auntie used to visit us on many occasions no matter what the weather, travelling by train from Kings Cross. Her London accent would turn heads as this was an different tone with a slightly higher pitch. Which sounded quite unfamilar in the North East Eng.Her fashion sense was rather flamboyant with her beautiful swinging coats , in a bright colour yellow. I know sounds awful but this lady always manged to look so elegant. Her powdered face and slight red lipstick I will always remember, and that smell of powder. She adored hats and was always wearing a lovely little hat upon that lovely curly haired head.
We would often use a double Decker bus to take us off to town, and these would often confuse her. As she on one occasion mistook the back of the bus for the rear entrance. Auntie we shouted where are you going , o err and she would promptly turn round with her coat swinging with her. As she boarded the bus the passengers would be in fits of laughter. When she spoke in her accent they were completely transfixed by her. Memory's ,these I shall never forget and my wonderful Auntie.