In the NOTES
section for this week, I wrote:
WHAT ABOUT FAITH?
WHAT ABOUT CENSUS?
AND → • ?
WHAT ABOUT IT?
I was evidently trying to encourage myself to resume a life of faith, overcome the habit of “•
”, and resume my doing the religious census on the knocker
. The diary-entry proper for today is as follows:
Went Nanny Paine’s with Aud:
Went Nanny Paine’s with Aud.
Went “Duchess’s” with Aud.
Went Bible Study.
Presumably, I was bowing to parental (or at least my Mum’s) pressure to pay Nanny and Grandad Paine a visit: a journey of two bus-rides to South Shore
. Not in:
This was the risk one took visiting people in the days when most people did not have a telephone.
” was the rather disrespectful nickname by which my family referred to my Mum’s posh great-aunt Cissie. I remember the visit to the bungalow in Trunnah Road, Thornton
, and her husband Uncle Bertie’s expressing his disbelief in the literal and historical truth of the Old Testament, e.g. the Exodus from Egypt. I found myself unable to gainsay what he was telling me, except in that I did not give him my agreement.