Indeed, some people in the little village who were in the know, were of the view that they had seriously neglected.
In their endeavour to cream of what she could from the money our dear parents sent for our care.
So as, now looking back at it, they could survive in a time when things certainly did not come easily. As was my experience of life back then.
Although I do not really recall being the pitiful child that I appeared to have been perceived as being.
I now know that my teachers at primary school were seriously concerned. And that that was part of the incentive for my dear mother returning to care for her family when she did.
And yet, significant as these two things were and are.
Probably neither of them are as significant as the time when I was drowning and would certainly have died.
Had it not been for courageous action of a woman washing her clothes at the side of the river.
I think I would have been under the age of 6 or 8 years old, when a young woman, probably no more than a teenager.
Who was working as a domestic help for the family, decided to send me to get some clothes. Which she had washed earlier and left to dry at the far side of river.
However, with some rain having fallen, the river had become swollen and fast flowing, which made it dangerous to cross.
Being either too foolish, if that is the appropriate description, or too fearless, or both.
To be continued!
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