The year I turned 9 and also the year death became a real possibility.




My sister Jeanette – 19 March 1940 – 15 January 1952


Quite a year, 1952. It is surprising what detail I actually remember of that January sixty years ago. I distinctly recall the King dying on 6 February as well. But look too at this list from Wikipedia:

The saddest thing about my sister’s death was that it was very much a case of hospital incompetence. When a year later I was on the same operating table in the same hospital with more or less the same problem, they were very careful.  I can only imagine how my parents felt.

But to finish 1952 on a brighter note: