There were great days in Holland and as the days go by I'm sure I will be able to recall more and more of those days. It is like getting into the right mode.
Long ago I said I would tell a little more about my Auntie Jean who was my Dad's only living sister. In Holland, and the war over, I had leave to Scotland. Now when exactly this was I'm not sure .Regardless, I visited my relatives in Aberdeenshire. Most of them lived in an area north of Aberdeen. Auntie Jean lived in New Pitsligo, the birth place of my Dad.
On this leave I was staying with my auntie Mary, my Mum's sister also in New Pitsligo. My aunt Jean had been at my aunt Mary's for lunch and as I was leaving to go back into Aberdeen the next day. I walked my Aunt Jean to her little house on Low Street. As I turned to go Auntie Jean said. 'I have something for you ", and with that went to looking into a chest of drawers. Soon she came up with a pair of blue hand knit stockings and presented them to me.
Here is where a tear might dampen your eye. This dear lady said," Gordon when you left here in June of 1943 I had a feeling it would be a long while before I saw you again and hoped for your safe return. " Now she continued, "I did not send the stockings to you because you would come safely back and I would give them to you. " Now that dear soul felt that if she had sent the stockings I would not get back. A great feeling comes over me when I think of this shy lady that had the faith and wish for my safe return. When I married Edith in 1949 Edith heard the blue stocking story for years and Edith washed and darned and mended those stockings until there were more patches than original. A great lady was my Auntie Jean . RIP .