大象传媒

I knew my wife (Violet)as a friend three years before I married her but never had the courage to approach her to let her know about the way I felt. I went into the army at 18 and in the latter part of the war while I was in Belgium I met a girl called Georgot De May who decided she would marry me after the war. I wrote and told my mum who showed the letter to Violet, Violet answered that letter and told me there were plenty of English girls to marry (little did we know what the future had in store). I returned to England on leave in 1945 and I met up with Violet, we talked a while and she brought me a drink for winning the War for her (her words). It was while we were having that drink I plucked up the courage to tell her how I felt and asked her to marry me and to my astonishment she said yes and made that day the happiest of my life.
The photo you are looking is of myself and Voilet on our wedding day outside the bombed church we were supposed to be married in. The building behind myself and Voilet is all that was left. There was a hall, a small room which the priest made into a small chapel with a built in altar and crucifix above it.The reception took place in the hall next door. The wedding cake was made of cardboard which was iced. Friends, colleagues and people who lived in the flats where my mum lived collected the food for the reception.
Sadly after 57 years of marriage I lost my Voilet but the memories of those times are still with me.

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