My own Mother has been gone since 1977 and I still miss her every day. She was born in Eastbourne, England in 1903, went to convent school in Nottingham and emigrated to the U.S. in 1920. She came with her Aunt, who was a Registered Nurse, supposedley on a visit, but only returned to England in in 1950's for a three week visit. She worked with The Southern Railway for twenty years and then with Troop Movement at Fort Jackson, South Carolina for the next thirty. She was the epitomy of a British Lady and remains the
essence of love seen in my daughter and grand daughter. I long to see her again in God's Kingdom in the next life. There is a Balm in Gilead and it is spelled MOTHER.
Best Regards, George
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