Peacehaven, East Sussex
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76 of 76 Wed 13th Sep 2017 10:33am
Member: Joined Sep 2014 Total posts:1698
After the recent activity of the fire brigade round here reminded me: Hales Street Fire Station - the bells went down, the men scrambled and the machine raced out, but in the doorway lay a wallet. A fireman stooped and picked up a leather wallet. This was no cheap thing, old leather and with a clasp - the fireman thought he was justified in opening it to see who it belonged to. He undid the clasp and 'Good heavens!' he cried, looking at a photo of a lady. Agitated he buried his head in his hands - after a few minutes he took a second look then looked through the wallet. Nothing else in the wallet, only a note that gave the name and address of the owner. When the machine returned he walked over to the owner of the wallet. 'You you dropped this', holding the wallet out. 'Thanks' the owner said, a little flushed, and walked a little away from the others. 'May I ask about the lady?' 'She was my wife'. The man paused. 'We had only been married just over twelve months when she died.' His voice dropped to a whisper. The fireman nodded. 'I also knew her, when she was eighteen, I was madly in love with her, but her father found out I was Jewish, forbid her to see me. It was a painful experience'. They locked eyes, then clasped hands with a grip that they alone could understand.
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