I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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So, here I am injecting myself into Sam’s Story! I wasn’t intending to do a part 7, but I didn’t want to leave Sammy fending for himself in that big old New York City. No, he didn’t stay there … Continue reading
So I was off to Seaschool at Grave’s End in London, right on the River Thames. While I was there I had an attack of appendicitis. The appendix was gangrenous so I remained in the hospital for a couple of … Continue reading
I did sometimes get homesick for my family back in Liverpool. I particularly missed my little sister, Esther, with her blonde curly hair and pretty blue eyes. This picture of Esther and me was taken after I went back home … Continue reading
Fierce bombing started over again and I was evacuated a second time with the school group to Llanerchymedd, Anglesy, North Wales. My foster parents were the Prichards who lived at Berthwn, Bridge Street. Mr. Prichard was a miner and they … Continue reading
The bombing became so intense in Liverpool some of the schools arranged for evacuation of students. My school went to North Wales where the war damage was not so great. Stanley Robinson was the name of my friend who was … Continue reading
In 1939, as I played in the streets of Liverpool, an “Echo News” runner came down the street calling out, “War Declared! War Declared!” Some months later the first bomb was dropped about half mile from our house. Out of … Continue reading
My name is Samuel Hayes—no middle name. I was lucky to get two names being born in the 1920’s during the depression. My parents were Thomas and Florence Hayes, lowly shop owners in Liverpool, England. My earliest memory was playing … Continue reading
Aberystwyth of the Hinterland In the hills of Wales Gave safe harbor to an English lad Who lived to tell some tales. To celebrate his birthday on July 22, I will put this English lad’s story in the cloud this … Continue reading
Men, men, what would I do without them? I am blessed with many good men in my life: Sons, Grand-sons, Brother, Brothers-in-law, Nephews, Pastor, and Friends – And most of all, my husband, Sammy. Without him —- Instead of picking … Continue reading