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Jim Jackson
"I am glad I tore my trousers because I would never have remembered Rose and Maggie Fanny quite so clearly and vividly."
The Story
It was October 1929, Jim Jackson was six years old and the chestnut trees were groaning with conkers. The temptation to get some conkers overrode his mother's strict instructions not to damage his brand new flannel shorts. With a barbed wire fence in between him and the best conkers the outcome was inevitable...
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The day we rang Jim he was busy making strawberry jam and was anxious not to burn it but he was able to talk to us for a short while. He told us that he was amazed at how many people had heard the story and who remembered him and Rose and Maggie Fanny. Jim now lives a little way out of the village but he told us that sadly the little house that Rose and Maggie lived in has been knocked down. The Manor House is now owned by the Department of Agriculture and has been made into offices and the Court House has been converted into business units.
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