A family friend recently found a picture of my mum at a 1953 coronation party in her village. A grainy black and white image that has already become a treasured possession.
There is a huge smile on her seven-year-old face as she poses in her fancy dress costume. My aunt still has the coronation mug that all the children in the local community were given that day.
She remembers holding on to it tightly on the long, but happy, walk home. An indication of what that day meant to people in our post-war history.
