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Popeye comes home alone…

“Dear Mum, A few lines once more to let you know everything is OK. Been raining fairly continuously for the last few days…” Inside Nana’s glory box was my Uncle’s letters to his Mother, our GrandMother.  We all knew they … Continue reading

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I cannot compute this kind of love where you must let them go…

I wonder what its like to wave goodbye to half your children. To hug your five sons before they have barely become men and know its very likely you will never see them again. I cannot compute this kind of … Continue reading

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