A heart-warming and amusing true memoir.Beginning with her first memory aged three through to the golden retirement years of an 89-year- old grandmother. The Depression in the thirties, a time of mass un-employment; making it necessary for her mother to seek help from the local Relief Office: only to be turned away in tears. This prime example of injustice: the oppression of the weak by the powerful, leaving a deep-seated scar on the four- year- old Doreen. The ongoing rise of Nazism in Germany: Doreen and her young cronies, living in the safety of their own little worlds of songs and comics, blissfully unaware. The long journey from Liverpool Street to Thetford, in Sept 1939. Taken to the open door of a farmhouse, which was to be home for Doreen and her sister for the next four years. The shock at the return to Liverpool Street, London in 1943; where everywhere was thick with smoke, steam and noise. Still a child, Doreen was out to work at the age of fourteen. Finding herself in a completely strange and confusing environment. Love, marriage, divorce and old age.This is a beautifully written chronicle of the life and fate of an ordinary working-class woman. Footprints in the sands of time.