We’d sit there, listen, read, play, whatever, but I remember it being in the background during many of our visits (many times many) to Auntie Gillian’s house. And it was, Jeff Wayne’s Musical Version of The War Of The Worlds.Īuntie Gillian had a copy of it–in those days it was vinyl–and my brother and I played it almost every time we went over there. In truth I want to tell you that this evening I found a key to my memories of Alvaro. It is mostly at Alvaro, UT and I were at the height of our ‘war days’. My brother and I spent a lot of time with Auntie Gillian when we were growing up. There were French doors that led out to the verandah, and doors that led out into the yard. The living room of the house stretched the length of the house and had a twenty foot ceiling (at least it seems that way in my memory). When I was a little girl, living at the bottom of Risk Road, on the beach, my Auntie Gillian lived a few houses down the beach at Alvaro.Īlvaro was a big house, I forget how many bedrooms, but I seem to remember six for some reason.
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