Many thanks to my good friend Zubi and all of you. She had a long and VERY eventful life, as did many of her generation, now leaving us in ever-increasing numbers.
She saw her own dad leave for the Western Front for the last time just before her birthday in 1917, and remembered that as he picked her up to give her a last cuddle, she caught her leg on his spurs - she carries the scar to this day.
In WW2 she and my dad were bombed out three times by the nazis, and things were never easy for them all my life.
We owe her generation our very lives, in all truth - without their efforts and sacrifices we would all be living in a far different world than this one, unhappy though it can be at times.
Her family would have gone up the flues of a concentration camp chimney built here in England, had the nazis won, and my generation would have a very different view of life - and I, of course, would not be here to write these words.
We are, as a family, usually very long-lived - her own grandfather collected funds in support of the War of Northern Agression, and lost them all, as well as all his own money. Her mother used to tell me of the victory parades in London of soldiers coming back from the war in Africa - the Boer War, that is. She used to hold my hand and tell me that her hand had shaken the hand of a soldier beseiged in Ladysmith…history really is made of people, just like my mom.
Best wishes to all of you -
tac, mrs tac and the family ig