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I spent most of my spare time, in the Summers, at the nearby farm. The farmer's 2 youngest children, both girls, were good friends of mine and I was usually to be found with them.
The farmyard was a haven for a good many of the local children. At any time of day or evening youngsters would turn up, alone or in groups. A knock at the farmhouse door would elicit, "Come in," from any one of half a dozen voices inside and the visiting child or children would enter another world. There was no electricity to the farm, in those days, in fact it didn't arrive there until the early 1960s. The one room where the family ate and relaxed was lit by oil lamps and warmed by a large range where the farmer's wife did most of the cooking....
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