My brother Arthur and my sister Addy’s husband was prisoners of war in the First World War in Germany, and we couldn’t hear nothing about them whether they was dead or alive, and we’d come home from church one Sunday evening and when we come home Sunday evening we always used to have hymns at home...we’d all been singing hymns...and a knock come at the front door and I don’t know whether my Auntie had a premonition that it might be Addy’s husband but when she got to the door that’s who it was, and he nearly fell in the door, he was so weak, and of course he give us all a turn when he walked in.

In the meantime she’d had her baby, but while she was carrying this baby she was really worried over him because she’d heard that he was a prisoner of war... so of course when her baby was born she’d fretted so much she lost her baby and that’s the first thing he asked for when he got in, he says, ‘Where’s the baby Addy?’ So then of course that upset everybody that did.