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My first memories of my father are of his absence. World War Two was raging. He was a soldier somewhere in France, or Luxembourg, or maybe Germany. At times, nobody knew for certain until a letter arrived from the warfront. Written three weeks ago, the letter could only tell us… Read more »
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Reading with my mother, 1979. My mother never lived to see any of her grandchildren. Each year as Mother’s Day rolls around, I’m reminded again of this fact. She died in the month of May when many of her own children were still young, surrounded by family in the living… Read more »