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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 1)

By Lyman Henderson, C.M., B.A. You may be surprised but Abigail was still a spinster! At 55! Now it wasn’t that she was ugly. Far from it. A luxuriant bush of black hair (well it was dyed but a man wouldn’t notice that… if it were done well, and it was) framed a quite delightful face with a suppressed glimpse of humour around the eyes and lips. Now her figure wouldn’t win a beauty contest but it... read more

VE DAY, MAY 8, 1945, LONDON

On Saturday, May 5th, I was in army sick bay with a weekend cold. I stayed there Sunday but was discharged on Monday, May 7th. The promise of peace was a tangible presence. I took the train from Aldershot, to London. I can do no better than quote from my letter to my family back in Canada. The train was crowded with people and expectancy, but it wasn’t until we got out on the streets of London and saw... read more

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