05.04.2024: Women have been featuring a lot in my thoughts in the past few days as we approach Mother’s Day. It won’t surprise you to know that I think of my own Mum who died suddenly of a heart attack on Christmas Day some years ago.
My mum was one of four daughters born in a mining village in the North East of the country. In 1931 when my granddad couldn’t find work he moved the family to Liverpool. My Mum met my dad, Harry Bevan, at the age of 18 and they married during the war. While my Dad served in the RAF my Mum worked in the munitions factory during the Blitz. My paternal Grandmother, Sarah – was a woman ahead of her time who played the organ and preached in church at a time when women didn’t do that sort of thing. She was a lady of deep faith and when her other son, my uncle, was captured by the Japanese in Singapore and held in a Prisoner of War camp, my Grandma prayed for him every single day until he came home.