Part Three - BATTERSEA - A TRUE STORY from my Memoir - A Journey of Roses and Thorns
This is an actual event that happened in my early years.
It is one of many events that will be published in my Memoir: A Jurney of Roses and Thorns.
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After we ate the cake, we bundled up in our winter coats and boots and followed the teacher out into the yard. She wanted us to see what a snowflake looked like through a magnifying glass. It was a beautiful winter day. Not a trace of wind. The snowflakes were big and looked like feathers as the fell softly to the ground.
After that outing, we returned to the classroom to open our Valentine boxes. There were only a few Valentine cards in mine, but I didn't care. It had been a great day. I had seen the beauty hidden in a snowflake that most people would never get to see, and I had tasted marshmallow icing for the first time.
As the winter dragged on, I too, like Mum grew more and more homesick for the East coast and the love of the family we had left behind. I had tried my best to make the best of the circumstances I had found myself in. I had tried my best to win these kids over, but it never happened.
Mum grew more and more unhappy with each passing day. Dad realized the best thing for all concerned was for Mum and I and my brother to return to the Eastcoast. Dad would join us as soon as he could get a transfer back to Camp Gagetown. In the meantime, he would stay in the Army barracks.
Once again we packed all our worldly possessions, and on the first day of the school's March Break, we boarded the Greyhound Bus eastward bound. As we pulled out of the bus terminal, I looked out the rain-streaked window and for the first time in a long time knew everything was going to be okay.
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