In 1929 on 6th of January, my hero was born.
Throughout her years, she became a nurse in a hospital which still stands today. Between her birth and 1955, she met a man named Hugh. They were so young and in love, that when he was shipped abroad with the RAF and she was working day and night in a hospital, they always kept on contact with letters, which I now have. On the 13th September in 1955, my hero and her husband welcomed a baby boy into their life. That boy was called Hugh Inglis, who I can proudly say is my father. A few years later, they welcomed a baby girl into their life. In 1959 a new set of houses were being built on my home to