The grass was so beautifully green, this first day of November, such a surprise after all the snow I'd left behind; the St. Lawrence (river) was frozen when we left Canada. But the green grass was so unexpected, and it was a sunny day, so my first impressions of England were favorable. I just loved it.
Bill, who brought me from the station, was Ron's best friend, and at the time was off work with sciatica. However, he helped with my stuff and was a good friend. Mrs. Livingstone was a lovely person, and a real mother, who raised a daughter, Jean, and four sons, David, George, Don, and Bill, after her husband died suddenly.
|Ron (left) and Bill beside him, 1940s.|
When I got to 324, Jean was away on holiday at Whitby and I didn't meet her for a few days, but when we did get acquainted we enjoyed each other's company. Jean was headmistress of an infant's school (nursery school) while Bill was a machinist.
While I am writing this part in 1976, Jean is here, on her third holiday with us and we are all having a good time. She is a very interesting person and has travelled around the world a lot. It's good to see her again, and she is on her way to New Zealand and Australia, then home to England via Africa. Some trip, eh?
|Letty and Jean in 1976, Calgary, Alberta, Canada|