- Contributed by听
- 大象传媒 Southern Counties Radio
- People in story:听
- Dorothy Parker; Grace Jenkins; Arthur Jenkins
- Location of story:听
- London
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4144565
- Contributed on:听
- 02 June 2005
This story has been added by Paula Thompson a CSV volunteer for 大象传媒 Southern Counties radio on behalf of Dorothy Parker and has been added to the site with her permission. Dorothy fully understands the sites terms and conditions.
The pleasant Jenkins Family lived in Edinburgh. The father was a Naval Officer commanding travel- Waverly Station. His daughter Grace, a nurse, was sent to a hospital near us. My Dad met her at Church and invited her to treat our house as home. She was O.K. and spent her free time with us (except I lent her my final school prize 鈥楶ride and Prejudice鈥 which she lost- irreplaceable!) Her parents visited - nice folk.
They had a son Arthur, six months younger than I, a naval draughtsman. With V.J. Day looming he was invited to stay with us and explore London. Being a Bank Holiday on the 15th I gave him a guided tour finishing at the Palace where there was singing and cheering - although not as fervent as VE day. We came home very late and my parents were in bed. To my horror (almost) Arthur proposed. We hadn鈥檛 even held hands! I had lost my fianc茅 during the allied landing in Italy 10.07.43 and was not looking for another husband 鈥 so I said sorry but no. Next morning was a working day so breakfast was early. Mum asked if we鈥檇 had a good day and mentioned she thought he would have proposed. "He did" I said 鈥 joy unconfined "I said no鈥"
鈥淲hy?鈥 she asked
鈥淚 don鈥檛 love him. I don鈥檛 even know him.鈥 Oh woe!
After that the navy sent Arthur to Singapore. Then for weeks after that at breakfast Mum would say 鈥淚 wonder what poor Arthur is doing today? I wonder how poor Arthur is?鈥 I told Mum later that if I had had a leaning towards him I would have been put off by her remarks. She stopped.
A year later there was a bit in the personal ads of The Telegraph. 鈥淒off I still love you, Arthur.鈥 His parents sent the cutting to mine. I guess Mrs Jenkins sent it. I think it must have been intended for me 鈥 not many girls are called Doff. So that is my VJ memory.
I was singing in the Church Choir when a fellow member nudged me and pointed to the name of a tune composer D.Jenkins. That would have been me if I鈥檇 married 鈥淧oor Arthur鈥 He later married a church organist with two daughters in Orpington my parents went. Poor Arthur- poor me!
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