by CARADOG PHITCHARD translated by MENNA GALLIE and dramatised for radio by JOHN GEORGE
A portrait of life in a Snowdonia slate-quarrying village seen through the eyes of a boy at the end of the first war. ' The strange woman put a small brown-paper parcel tied with string into my hand. " Your mother's clothes," she said. " And here are her rings." I could only stare at the little parcel ... trying to think how they could have got all Mam's clothes into such a small parcel.'
Producer LORRAINE DAVIES