Iris' Christmas story
My favourite memory of helping my father deliver fruit and vegetables around the village was one Christmas Day just after the war. At that time, no one could get oranges but on that particular Christmas morning my father managed to get lots of oranges and bananas. I went with him to deliver one orange and one banana to every house on the Oxford Road and in the Village. The bells were ringing and it was snowing as we visited each home with our horse and cart piled high with the fruit. Everyone was so pleased to see us and I went home with a pocketful of coins from grateful villagers. This incident has really stuck in my mind all these years.