A Real Cowboy
“ Stop that infernal noise…”
Miss Amy Brooks was my grandmother’s best and oldest friend who, in the 1950s, lived alone on a small farm at the top of Red Hill overlooking the RAF Aerodrome. She was a kindly woman who wore her dead father’s clothes and smoked his pipe and swore like the farmer her father had once been.
When I knew her she would have been in her late seventies. She first met my grandmother (my…