Whenever I see Amy fall through the ice in Little Women, or
read the story, I recall an event that happened during the winter of
1947. I had taken my little brother to Beckets Park to skate on the lake,
we didn't have skates, we were just sliding along. Alan was then 6 years
old, I was 10. I turned round to speak to an older girl, after a while I
heard shrieks, Alan had gone through the ice, people were helping to pull him
back up. Fortunately they got him out and we ran home to Cattle Market
Road to get dry and warmed up.