She always felt she was to blame.
The old lady told me her name was Mrs Ashby. She stood in her doorway one mid-morning wearing a dirty old nightgown, looking as though she was carrying all the troubles of the world upon her shoulders. I asked her what the matter was and she said it had to do with lumps in her breast which the medical specialist, “was looking at” and that soon she might have to go into hospital for an operation. Read the rest of this entry »
He introduced himself as Jack Brown when he answered my knock at his door. He was a tall old gentleman with bright eyes and a sharp mind and quick to tell me he was in his 80’s. After introducing myself and explaining that I represented one of the local churches he seemed pleased that someone would stop by for a chat. He was a very interesting man, telling me he was an historian who had written numerous books and was still active in research, catching the train at least once a week to go into Melbourne City Library. 
