Labour of Love

This is a short but very profound and compelling book about my grandparents and the stories of their lives. A lot of research was done with the help of my mother, my sister, and my aunt to find out exactly who my grandparents were in their early years. My grandmother Harriet was a slow learner in life. Let’s just say she couldn’t cope with the amount of children she went on to have. At one point, the nurses in the hospital smothered one of her twin boys, killing him. This led Harriet to roam the streets in the hope of finding her child. Phyllis, Harriet’s daughter, had a very sad and complicated life. This book was completed with the hope of understanding more about the family, where they came from, and how they fitted into the family tree.