This table is laid as part of the Christmas decorations at Ightham Mote.
My title is from my recently published WW2 mémoirs of my dad, Bert Martin. He and fellow PoWs were moved in December 1942 to a camp at Carpi in Italy.
There he and his mate, Jack Bruce, from Ipswich, were reunited with two chaps from his troop, Arthur Offord and Arthur Tricker, who invited the new arrivals to their quarters.
My dad writes that there we 'found "the table laid" so to speak. They gave us an onion, cheese, butter and some tea.'
This must all have been more than welcome in those hungry PoW days.
I guess this explains it - from the Ightam Mote website: 'The Great Hall fire is lit, the table is laid, and the presents are under the tree ready to welcome her husband, General William Jackson Palmer back from his railroad work in America and Mexico.'
What a beautiful photograph of this lovely dining table.
Perhaps you have the same view of Christmas as me - but maybe not!
Btw Were there many reactions on your father's memoirs when they were published.?
I've had some great verbal feedback and there are also some heartfelt reviews on its Amazon page https://www.amazon.co.uk/Till-We-Meet-Again-Gunner/dp/154404870X
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Thanks for answering :-)