69742: Mr Jarret's watch

When I was 7 or 8 years old, we lived in a council house in Iffley, Oxford. The rent was 7.6/week. My father worked in Lucy's, the foundry in Jericho. Like so many other families at that time, we had a lodger. Mr Jarret (spelling uncertain: Jarrett, Jarett, Jaret?). I do not know where he came from or how old he was - whey you are as young as I was, you think everyone over 20 is old. I remember that he sat in a chair and smoked a pipe. We didn't talk much. I think he was with us for about 18 months, 2 years. Mr Jarret had a pocket watch that he said he had had with him when in the trenches. When he died, my father said I could have it. It used to have a silver chain but someone else got that. The watch has grease proof paper in the back. Mr Jarret said this oiled the work. I have kept it ever since. I have never used it as a watch, I don't think it ever worked. Maybe that is was it was given to me, a mere child.