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Great-grandfather was a wonderful old man. He was six foot three and about sixteen stone. On a Saturday he used to walk down the town, wearing a grey alpaca suit and his grey top hat and his stick, to the co-operative store. At the head office he'd pay the grocery bill and I would get a packet of boiled sweets, which used to last me all week. If he had pigs to sell they would already be in the market and he would meet his fellow cronies. They were all selling hens and chickens and what have you, and he would have a glass of whisky, thruppence a glass then. He would say to me, ‘Now, if you sell a pig, I'll give you some pocket money’ I think I was only once lucky enough to sell one. Then we would walk back, strip off, have a meal, then he'd feed his family, feed the horses, the chickens, the pigs, and then I think perhaps he would get a sit down, because he liked to smoke and he smoked a clay pipe.