“When they talk about the war, will they remember me?” A last interview with the remarkable Dame Vera Lynn

Softly, with a voice that is still clear after all these years, Dame Vera Lynn begins to sing. “For a little bit of heaven fell, from out the sky one day …” She is 97 now and rather frail, the light from the window making a halo of her finespun white hair. But some ofContinue reading ““When they talk about the war, will they remember me?” A last interview with the remarkable Dame Vera Lynn”

June Brown, all alone in Dot Cotton’s kitchen

Strike a light, this is strange. Dot Cotton is in her kitchen, sucking on a fag and talking into a tape machine, recording a message for her husband, Jim, who is paralysed and unable to speak after a stroke. The hardest thing, she says in a trembling voice, “is the thought of you being there…Continue reading “June Brown, all alone in Dot Cotton’s kitchen”