History of love and sausages

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Having wallowed in the bliss of divorce for several years, I was recently perusing the Citizen and noticed the Two’s Company section – a transient thought occurred to me that it was perhaps time to stick one’s head above the parapet again.

And so, to consult the canine take on this, I had a word with Herbie. This was somewhat limited, since his understanding of human vocabulary merely extends to “Sausages,” “Walkies,” and “Get off the settee.”

But since we share a telepathic bond I gauged that his opinion was that if it wouldn’t bring in any more sausages then it was hardly worth the hassle.

And, on reflection, I was inclined to agree.

But in the fairly recent past it seems that long-term marriages were the norm rather than the exception, and one couple who celebrated their golden wedding anniversary was Mr and Mrs Norman Chipperfield of Stony Stratford.

Before the Second World War Norman had started in business as an ironmonger in Lowestoft, but the premises were destroyed by a German raid in 1940.

Eight people were buried in the rubble, and the Chipperfields were evacuated to Stony Stratford, where Norman set up as an ironmonger at 16 High Street.

Soon afterwards he purchased the ironmongery business of Mr S Roberts and made his home at 31 Deanshanger Road.

At Lowestoft his sister Jessie was the principal of her own girls’ school but this too was bombed during the war, and she came to live with her brother at Stony Stratford.

Having been an enterprising lady and an ardent worker for the congregational church she died at the age of 72, and in contrast to her brother had never married.

In fact that is a situation that Herbie and I can perfectly relate to.

For as we both agree, the time has yet to arrive when we are ready to share our sausages with anyone.