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Our Family

A warm-hearted London family saga based on the lives of the author’s own family

The minute Letty Edginton becomes a munitionette in the Royal Woolwich Arsenal her life changes for ever. From the misery of her family home in well-to-do Islington, she finds herself a part of a world where girls wear make-up, boys whistle and Friday night means stewed eels, mash and perhaps a trip down the Finsbury Park Empire. And when Vi Hobbs, self-styled queen of the shell-filling shop, introduces her to her wounded brother Ollie, even the loss of Letty’s own soldier-brother seems a little less hard to bear.  Before long Letty and Ollie have fallen hopelessly in love, and they marry and make their home in north London.

Ahead of them lie years of happiness and struggle: another dreadful war, the bringing up of three sons, family tragedy and, for some, undreamt-of success. And through it all, Letty’s unswerving love drives them forward, through all the bitterness, hardship and heartfelt joy that make up family life in our changing times.

“Ow’m I gonna get round on one bloody leg?’ asked Oliver, trying to lick his dry lips. ‘I’ll be a stone round yer neck for the rest of me life’. Letty quickly became very practical. ‘Not at all. Sister was telling me they make the most wonderful artificial legs these days. In a few months from now, you’ll be right back to normal again....Olly dear. Will you do me a favour, please? From now on, will you let me be your other leg? I promise, I’ll be as firm as a rock…’
‘Letty is not a “heroine” but her love and strength fire this story and keep you moved and involved right to the end… A wonderful story’ Nerys Hughes
‘Heart-warming saga of working class life’ Manchester Evening News
‘A potent mix of passion and suspense’ Western Evening Herald, Plymouth
‘Don’t underestimate this one…’ The Bookseller, 23 November 1990
‘It’ll have you crying into your jellied eels.’ Manchester Evening News, November 1990
‘This first novel is as romantic as it is realistic…’ The Bookseller, February 1991