tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post2172322666606705147..comments2023-09-21T08:53:42.554+01:00Comments on blethers: Do you remember...?Christine McIntoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14198224025775398453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-43816706899203648242013-11-22T20:46:25.867+00:002013-11-22T20:46:25.867+00:00I, too, was at my granny's, as we were every F...I, too, was at my granny's, as we were every Friday for our tea, and I recall the shocked response (though it was nothing to the appalling grief of another Friday when Aberfan was overwhelmed, my granny and my mother sobbing their hearts out). Even the bus going home was sadly silent and that says something for a Friday night in Falkirk.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053733282569712967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-80095334792630959142013-11-21T19:43:54.690+00:002013-11-21T19:43:54.690+00:00Oh, so do I. I was 17 and doing my homework with m...Oh, so do I. I was 17 and doing my homework with my younger sister at the dining-room table. "Get it done on Friday and then you have the weekend to yourselves" was my mother's refrain. She came in to say that the news had just been broadcast on TV and I too remember all programming being halted. The next day my sister and I went by bus to visit our elder sister and I vividly remember that the assassination was the main topic of conversation wherever we went. Perpetuahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01214396019726161983noreply@blogger.com