A childhood memoir by the author The Family From One End Street. Light wear to book and unpriceclipped jacket, evidence of damp on rear of book and jacket, causing some rippling of the jacket and some faint stains on the board.
I love these autobiographies that reveal the personalities behind the old photos. It's amazing what we accept as normal when we are young. The book is structured around memories of flower scents and gives stories of the budding author's family, pets, early schooling etc. Very enjoyable. Some of the things that happened were a bit sad, but taken as a whole the memoir is a happy one.