As a girl in the 1930s and 1940s, television interviewer Mavis Nicholson lived in a small terraced house crammed with grandparents, parents, a brother, and a sister. In this memoir, she describes the daily round, the weekly highlight of the Kinema, Jerusalem Chapel, the boys, and the gradual awakening to life beyond the Ferry. And, above all, the bittersweet memories of the possessive, baleful, increasingly bitter Martha Jane, her grandmother and the dominant figure in Mavis' young life.
