I am absolutely over the moon. After I phoned Linda Grant to ask her if she would lend a hand in getting Mom's memoirs published she phoned back so kindly to say yes of course and that Gillian Slovo would help to and Mom actually made a start. She wrote this. I don't have to speculate about certain events that happened in the war any more. She wrote them down. The Petite Madeleine Rossetti: "Bring me my sword" Mom wanted to be Joan of Arc Every Friday afternoon I used to wait for my mother outside my boarding school, buttoned up snuggly into my Petite Madeleine uniform, a double breasted navy coat with shining brass buttons, a sailor hat trimmed with white ribbons, and knee high white socks. I usually held a posy tightly in my sweaty little hand, to give my mother as she swooped down to kiss me. At the worst of war times in Paris people sold flowers and I always saved my little bit of pocket money. She smelt lovely, better than my favourite snow drops. Her so
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