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Monday, 18 February 2008

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Thank you for sharing that story Ginny. Godspeed to Peter and blessings to Anne. I hope that the memories will give her much comfort during this difficult time.

My husband is a Peter too and I think it must be something to do with the name-every Peter I've have ever met was a kind and gentle man.

Keeping Peter, Anne, and you in my thoughts at this time...

Thank you for sharing that story. I have tears in my eyes for Anne's loss. Bless you all...

I am so sorry about your friend's loss. So sad, I am thinking good thoughts for her and you during this time. I am glad that they loved each other so much and that you found a friend in him. :)

Oh Ginny, what a wonderful tribute this post is to your friend Peter (and Anne!)
Hugs to you all!

What a sweet story.
Thanks for sharing.
Wendy

What a wonderful tribute to a good friend & what an interesting life he led.

Thank you for sharing it.

The story of Peter and Anne is a beautiful, belated Valentine. Thanks for sharing.

Sharon

This post is such a beautiful tribute.

Keeping you all in my thoughts.

Susan

Dear Ginny,
Thank you or telling Peter's story.
Peace
Andrea

Hi Ginny
Peter must be a contempory of my Mum and Dad. Mum was 17 and lived in Amstelveen (just outside Amsterdam) at that time. My Dad lived in Leeuwarden - the North. As Dad worked for the NSW (Dutch Railways) he quickly went into hiding (making transport difficult for the occupational army) With a false name and identity papers (which I now have) he spent most of the war working on the land. One of the stories that I love about that time is that the farmer (who was hiding Dad) had a daughter in law who was pregnant and went into labour unexpectedly. There was a curfew, no transport etc. The farmer and Dad put her on a hand cart but never reached the village in time. They delivered twins on the side of the road by moonlight. My Dad would have been all of 16 yrs old!
The surely lived in difficult times and had to show strenght of character and care for each other.
Both your friends sound wonderful people and your care and tribute to them is lovely.
Thank you for sharing it with us all.
Ellie

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