- Contributed by听
- Lewisfamily
- People in story:听
- Carole Lewis
- Location of story:听
- Grimsby
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A1996077
- Contributed on:听
- 08 November 2003
My wife Carole told me this story. I let her tell it in her own words.
"In 1944 when I was only a baby my father was sent to Burma with the RAF. Mum kept a photo of him on the dressing table and as I began to talk I learned to ask God every night to keep Daddy safe. Then I said goodnight to the picture before I went to sleep.
A long time later - it must have been about two years - I remember being carried downstairs wearing my little red dressing gown and being placed on the lap of a strange man. I was told it was Daddy. He said, "You're a nice little girl, aren't you?" I believe I just said, "Yes" and went straight back to sleep!
Life was such fun now though. We played exciting games with my toy horse and a mosquito net. Daddy would emerge from the mosquito net and fight the horse, then I would put a pretend plaster on the wound. I don't quite know why I loved this game so much, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. The photo had become a living reality - and I liked it!"
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