The Happiest Day of My Childhood

I’m reblogging this post because today is Friday 13 July, my lucky day! It was posted four years ago.

Irina's Poetry Corner

Today is 13 July. On this day 69 years ago, my dear father came home from a POW camp in Germany. I’m not superstitious in general, but that day was Friday 13 and I’ve considered it my lucky day ever since.

Here he is (seated in the first row in the middle) with his mates, all of them doctors, from Great Britain, Australia and New Zealand. He was wearing a British uniform and that complicated matters for him on his return: he was imprisoned, suspected of being a British spy. That episode deserves a story to be written, of course.

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Here he is in the first row flanked by Dr Norman Rose from Australia and Dr Webster from Great Britain. Next to Dr Webster is Padre, but I don’t know his name. In the back row the first on the left is Dr Smith, next to him a Frenchman and a Russian, Dr…

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Kookaburra sweet, you neither chirp nor tweet. Your laughter is much like mine, my cackle is much like thine. We are two sister souls, one clad in feathers, the other in clothes. ~ Irina ~ I’m a budding blogger. Poetry and photography are my newest passions, living in perfect harmony inspiring each other. I like both free verse and form poetry and am quite proud to let you know that I am the creator of a new form named ‘tercetonine’. Blog Name: Irina's Poetry Corner Blog URL:
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7 Responses to The Happiest Day of My Childhood

  1. DG MARYOGA says:

    Such a touching tribute to your father,dear Irina.The date is etched on your heart with indelible letters and numbers.Stay well to remember him every year,dear friend 🙂 ❤ xxx

  2. terramere says:

    I remember this post. How are things in Australia?

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