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My Husband Peter |
| Peter was born in a nursing home at
Hampstead Heath, seventy four years ago. His mother was Irish and his
father was English. Peter grew up in Camden Town. He was a very clever
lad; he went to St Ignatius Grammar School, Stamford Hill. Even
as a lad he loved the Navy, he eventually joined up and served through
the War. It left a lasting impression on his life.
We were married when I was twenty three years old; Peter was twenty four and had been demobbed by this time. Peter was a very reliable man and always worked hard and provided very well for our family. We had six children and countless foster children, some of whom attended his funeral. He always showed great concern over all church matters. He was a very helpful person and very popular, although he was no angel: he had a very quick temper, but he never bore any grudges. I will miss him very much; he was always there for me. We really loved each other. I thank God for the fifty years we had together, and thank you, Peter, for being part of my life. |