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  • This story began during World War I in the year of 1918.

    Before my mother was born her grandmother and granddad and other families welcomed children into their home placed there by the government to protect them from the primary war zones in England. These children gathered by the military were taken from schools and homes in the cities most targeted for air strikes and endanger of invasion by sea.

    The children were bussed out to rural areas for safety and assigned to homes based on current occupants and number of rooms. Parents eventually learned the location of their children and came to visit or wrote letters, and if possible they collected up their sons and daughters when it was safe to return them home again.

    One of the children that came to live with them was Albert. He was only three months old. Great grandmother and great granddad developed a special affection towards Albert over the few years he was there. After the war ended Albert was never claimed and he continued living with them like a son.

    When Albert was around 14 years old his natural parents showed up to take him away to work in the factories. Times were extremely difficult during those years and everyone worked hard to make ends meet, even children. His parents wanted him now as they had five other children and needed the extra income he could bring in for them.

    My great grandparents objected and brought it to court. They loved and raised Albert as their own; he was after all a part of the family. They won the case and Albert remained with them and stayed in school.

    Even later after my great grandparents died Albert never left. He went to live with my grandparents, my mom and four other siblings.

    He was loved as a true brother.

    The photograph is of Uncle Albert and my mother after they won first place for duets in a musical competition. Albert played violin and mom played piano.

    Story told to me by my mother and aunt.
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