Memories – the Coal Shed

Outside our front door, in Market Square Poplar in an inspired piece of 1950 architecture stood our coal shed.  The coal man would have to haul bags of coal (one bag at a time) up the stairs and into our shed.  We would then remove a bucketful and when winter seemed exceptionally cold light a fire in our front room.  We had a grate and black fireguard, for safety’s sake, and every Christmas at this time we would burn our Christmas tree after twelfth night.  The whole house then smelt of burning fir needles. Continue reading