Bill, Bingo and Bram 1
Bill was a retired, life long bachelor. He lived alone in the small
He had a picture of a dog in the small converted kitchen which housed his huge solid pillowed chair, newspapers protruding from beneath its seat cushion. It was among one or two other small photos. On closer examination these were:
A grey snap of seventeen year old Bill, grey in flat cap, sitting on grey grass with a
A brown photo of a young boy in Edwardian dress, his head tilted back slightly, despite his stiff collar, with a too-small school cap
Almost forgotten amid the clutter of pipe cleaners, matches, spills, bits of wire, tea coupons and old Yale keys was a very small dark photo of a black
This was Bram, Bill told me, his dog.
"Or my brother Frank's dog, if everyone had their own."
Through the years, my family had a total of four dogs. We actually had no photographs whatever of the first two.
Yogi had departed before I could really remember him.
Rex was next - My only memory of him was drawing on him in
Rusty ran away never to be seen again, and Benny - well, he deserves a story of his own.
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