far as I can remember, except for one of her Sisters, Aunt Lydia, she didsomething nasty to us once, not physically, but something I always remember,she had brought a rabbit for mum to cook for Dad, we werent allowed to eatwhat mum and dad ate, but Lydia asked if we would like some once it wascooked and we said yes, so she took a cooking pan, went to the outside toiletand came back a few minutes later with the pan full of urine, Mum laughedand put the rabbit in the pan and cooked it, we were made to have some onceit was cooked, she gave some to Dad as well, of course he didnt know whatLydia had done, and mum never touched it. Thats the last time I rememberseeing Lydia, but I was told that she died a horrible painful death, she hadsome sort of kidney problems and would be in agony most of the time, whenshe went to the toilet, for a wee, it would be nothing but blood, ironic Isuppose after what she did to us.Dads name was Alexander, he was from a town called Newtonards which wasnear Belfast in Northern Ireland, he was 5 years older than Mum, she marriedhim at 18 and he was 23, she was pregnant at the time so he was underpressure to marry her from both families, in those days it was consideredwrong to be pregnant and not married so they didnt have a lot of choice. Birthcontrol was non-existent; abstaining from sex would have been the idealsolution but that wasnt to happen with my parents. Dad was a very thinhaggard looking man, I do remember him having dark brown hair at one point,but one night he went to bed and when he got up the next morning it wascompletely grey, no one ever told us why or how it happened, but he was analcoholic so maybe that had something to do with it. He never had teeth, Iguess he must have done at one point in his life, but its something I never saw,he did have false ones which he never wore, as he said they hurt him andmade him talk funny, he kept them in a glass on the kitchen windowsill. HisMother used to come and visit us now and again, she like a glass of beer or twoand wouldnt drink it out of a cup, so Dad would take his teeth out of the onlyglass we had and give that to her. He would look at us and put his finger to hismouth telling us to shhh and not tell her. Dads Mother hated our mother, sowhen she visited Mum would stay upstairs and not come down until she hadgone.