Emma Richmond

Emma was born when open fields and farms were the norm and motorways nonexistent. She had a terrific childhood. Snow in winter, sun in summer. A life of adventure. Emma has an older brother and a younger sister. She enjoyed school and did rather well. Her favorite subjects were history and English. She wanted to go to university, but in the ‘50s, teachers thought it more important for places to go to exceptional students, or boys, because girls tended to get married and have babies and it would therefore be a waste of a place. It is her one regret. Emma met her husband at the local dance hall — where everyone met their future partners — and they were married less than a year later. A year after that their first daughter was born. Money was tight — when you have to take up the floorboards once a week to see if any money had rolled down there, well, it will give you some idea how tight it really was. There was a great deal of laughter and fun, and being poverty-stricken certainly makes you inventive! Three years later they had their second daughter, who was born on the living room floor without benefit of a midwife. Ten months after that, there was a third. Three beautiful girls. There was the usual story of growing up, of dogs and cats, hamsters and gerbils, which were forever escaping. The teenage years were relatively fraught-free. Fashions came and went. Boyfriends came and went. There were tears and sadness, happiness and fulfillment. And not very many free moments for hus

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