I was only recently made aware of the article on Jill Day, (The Argus, March 13), and was immediately transported back in time to the mid-Thirties and Fairlight Infants School.
There, in a small classroom, sat a beautiful, vivacious and extremely bubbly girl and sitting next to her was a decidedly scruffy urchin, who was to know the extreme pleasure of being "piggybacked" around the playground by the same beautiful girl.
The girl was, of course Jill, or Yvonne, as she was then, and I was the lucky boy.
I guess all the boys in the class were in the first throes of love with her and I was the envy of them all.
It was sad to read of the tragedies and traumas of her life but I'm glad her memory lives on in her music and I look forward to her film whenever it is made.
-Ken Jameson, Old Catton, Norwich
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