"During the 1960s, the
Hoffmanns had a general Sunday pattern for many years which revolved
around being collected at
by our grandfather any time after 11am to be taken down to Portobello for
We didn't have a telephone and of course mobiles weren't even dreamed of
back then. Anne, Iain and I used to stand
at our parents' front bedroom window to look out for our grandfather's car
(Ford Zephyr Mk6) coming down the hill at Greenbank.
It's uncanny to think we could see that far from the far end of Oxgangs
Avenue, but this was when the prefabs were still there and before the new
blocks of flats were built which replaced them."
"We couldn't be entirely certain that it was
his car, but there were
relatively few cars on the road back then on a Sunday.
A cry would go up:
'That's Gaga!' - and
we'd all rush to get ready. Sometimes
of course it wasn't and we'd go back to our waiting stations."
Peter Hoffmann, Highlands, Scotland:
April 3, 2013 (2 emails)