Edinburgh, Portobello High School
Uncle Hunter
Uncle Hunter would only see us once a year as he lived in Lowestoft. For the first few years, he would travel up to Edinburgh in his little red car, but as he grew older and weaker he would take the plane.
Dot
My great Gran was often called Dot because her real name was Doris and she was always the spot of attention.
Nancy
I pick my great, great Grandma because I have never seen her before. People say that she was beautiful and very nice and caring. Her name was Nancy and I find that a very nice name. She always used to act a little bit crazy, but no one ever cared. She always wore bright red lipstick in all her photos. I never saw her in person. I would ask her so many questions you wouldn’t be able to count, and also tell her “I love you.”
Sandra's friend, Eliza
When I was in school, I had a friend called Eliza. She had long chestnut hair, blue eyes and a soft voice. She always had a smile on her face.
My Uncle and his Girlfriend
My Uncle and his girlfriend went to Australia
Clyde the dog
My granddads dog Clyde was a fighting one fellow who lived his life to the full. He lived a powering sum of fourteen years. In our case, for a dog, that is long. Clyde had a lovely coat of armour standing out with a big, shaggy stream of silver and a waterfall of grey fluff.
My Uncle Mark
My Uncle Mark liked bugs and beetles.
Ben
I miss my best friend Ben. He was tall with brown hair and always had a smile on his face. He always wore a tracksuit because he was a keen sportsman. He still runs as I have actually run the EMF with him within the past two years. That was the last time I saw him.
Wattie and the Little Brass Frog
The best memory I have of Wattie, my great granddad, is a little brass frog that he would try to give me every time I saw him. As soon as I was old enough to crawl, I would play with it. I would make it jump across people’s shoes and by the time I could walk, I could make it jump on their faces!
Across the Sea and Back Again
SMACK! Another wave slams hard against the hull, sending them tumbling out of their bunks. She hears Christine vomit into her pillow. This ship is not a pretty sight. But it can’t be long now. Will he be there when she gets back? Is he well? The last letter she got was two months a-BLAM! Again, the sea sends the boat rocking viciously. Can’t be long now.
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