Summary
HOW I envy those lucky people who were affluent enough in the 1930s to be able to ride the No.11 bus. To my brother and I it would have been an unimaginable luxury.
We were so poor we had to walk in all weathers - hail, rain or snow - with our feet wrapped in newspaper and old sackcloth until we had access to a passed-on pair of Birmingham Mail boots.See the full content of this document
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Newspapers for Shoes
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