- Contributed by听
- Researcher 250829
- People in story:听
- mrssvc
- Location of story:听
- Leeds
- Article ID:听
- A1339094
- Contributed on:听
- 10 October 2003
Mother was at work, as was normal in the war years, and we three children were at home waiting for her to return. We were aged, 12, 10 and 8 years old.
There was a knock on the door, and when I answered it there was a telegram boy, probably about 14 years old, who handed me a telegram. I didn't notice, nor would I have understood, the relevance of the black border round the envelope. Mother returned from work shortly after and I pointed out the telegram which was propped against the clock on the shelf over the fireplace. Then the world seemed to fall apart. There was no support, no funeral, just a return of personal items and get on as best you could. She did manage to visit the grave in a war cemetery in Tunisia some 30 years later.
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