“Auntie Nellie cannot have had much money. Twice a week, she had all the neighbourhood children she could squeeze into her one room and she made onion soup or potato soup and all the children brought their own cuo and she ladled it out off the stove.
She taught them songs and she told then Bible stories and thirty or forty skinny hungry kids queued outside and sometimes brought things from their mothers – buns or toffees – and everybody shared. They all had nits. They all loved her and she loved them. She called her dank dark little house with its one window and black walls ‘Sunshine Corner’.
It was my first lesson in love.
I needed lessons in love. I still do because nothing could be simpler, nothing could be harder, than love.”
– Jeanette Winterson