A vivid snapshot of my mother, Audrey BALL, when she was about 4 years old: her mother, my grandmother (Minda Mary Edgcombe BALL) saw my mother race past the window and immediately thought "what has she been up to?" She soon found out. A few days earlier, my mother had been given a very special 'party frock'. Add to this the 1930s way of ironing clothes: sat on a rail on the range were several flatirons, which only got hot from the oven, no electric irons then (certainly not in their house!). I think you can see where this is going.
My mother decided she would be grownup and help by ironing her new party dress. But the flatiron she took burned a hole in the new special dress. Horrified, the four-year-old did what she was best at - she ran!
And there was I thinking my mother was born knowing how to do things like iron clothes. Nice (in a way) to know that when she was a child she made mistakes too.
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