[merrylander]

My Dad was born in Nottingham, England. His Mom died when he was nine, so the two oldest stayed with Grandad and the rest were farmed out to relatives. Dad went to live with Grandma's younger sister and her husband. He ended up in the mills at twelve and became a glassworker in his teens. He emigrated to Canada in 1906, I have the ship's manifest. Lost his right leg below the knee in an industrial accident sometime before the start of WW I, married Mom in 1918. Don't ever recall hearing him swear, not profanities anyway. My life? The most outstanding thing I recall is that I never doubted my parent's love at any time in my life. Glad I made a point of telling both Mom and Dad that I loved them before it was too late.