Featuring short anecdotes of life in North and South Arbury.
When he was a child in the 1890s, my great grandfather, at the Manor Farm on Arbury Road, believed that babies were found underneath a gooseberry bush.
Of course, being a thoroughly modern twentieth century child, I knew that wasn't true.
My sister was born at my aunt's house in Rutland Close, South Arbury, in 1972. I, aged seven, was anxiously scanning the night sky from the back bedroom window at the time - waiting for The Stork to fly in over the Kingsway Flats.
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