My earliest memory is the subject of some mystery! I remember when I was almost 4 going to the side of the house with my mother late morning to get some coal, there was snow on the ground and I recall the nappies for my brother drying on the big fireguard. As my mother was getting the coal the lady from across the road came to the end of our path and said 'Oh, isn't it awful, the King's dead', I can see it like yesterday. My late mother however said it never happened, that my dad brought her a cup of tea before he went to work and told her. However, during the various anniversaries recently it was said that the news was released late morning, so my father couldn't have told her and they wouldn't be a day out as they were both very interested in the news. Sadly my mother died before I could further discuss it.