Correspondence
To the Editor, Buntingford Gazette
Dear Sir,
At this time of the year there is always a number of residents of the town of Buntingford who think they are forgotten.
The distribution of Charity coals and bread is the signal for many outbursts of dissatisfaction, and if I may be allowed to voice my little trouble now, I know that on Christmas Day I shall not have been forgotten again.
I have lived by myself for many years, and it is only on rare occasions that I have met my own kith and kin, and even at such meetings there has been little time for discussion between us, as immediately my work is finished I have been rushed back to my home.
It is some years now since I was last in the High Street, and it is through overhearing the conversation of persons passing my house, that I learn of the changes that have taken place in our old town.
When I first came to Buntingford - some 30 years ago - I was the talk of the town; persons from the district would call at my house to see and admire me. In those days I was able to work well, and when my services were required I set an example of thoroughness and reliability.
My family of eight grew older and some left the town, leaving me to share my modest home alone. My eldest son, a Captain, is the only one of my family who ever calls upon me, and as he leaves the house I can see that he views my position with regret, and thinks of the times when I was "one of best."
Little boys stoned my windows early last year, and the broken windows and rotten door post have all helped the weather to enter my house and make me look a wreck.
I think I could work now, except that my lungs are a bit congested, and perhaps this letter will be the means of my receiving a little attention from those who remember me in the past, and of those, who although they have never seen me, may be glad to call upon my services in the future.
Yours faithfully,
(Mrs.) Merryweather
Fire Engine House, Buntingford
29th Nov. 1926
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