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Dear Sirs
Thick Pork Sausages On
our last trip up to you earlier this month to stock up on supplies, I had
a third motive (after sausages and football!) for calling. To photograph
your shop! My sister
Rachel gets married next month and she and her husband to be Ron have also
made trips down to you from Newcastle. Being a occasional artist, she has
long pestered me to 'do her a painting', but being neither very talented
nor confident I have never done so. Their
forthcoming wedding has finally spurred me to action, and your shop is the
subject as it draws together so many meaningful personal things:
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Family origins. In the
1930s (I think!) my granddad Alfred Ingham from Fence used to order a
pie before the football and collect it afterwards and take it home hot
on the bus.
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My uncle went to the
football with my granddad. He died suddenly a few years back, and
Rachel was a great favourite of his.
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My dad, from Clitheroe,
who died last year and therefore won't be there to give Rachel away,
started the return visits for sausages complete with coolbox.
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Even Ron, an exiled tyke
from Leeds, now has the Haffners bug (subject to weight loss/control
required ahead of competitive road running!).
Accordingly, I thought I'd
send you a copy of the water-colour I'm having framed for a surprise for
Rachel and Ron's wedding. I'm sorry that there are no staff or customers
on it, but I'm hopeless at drawing people. Suffice to say that you're
there most cheerfully in my head!
Yours sincerely,
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