Irene took on the responsibilty of finding a good place for her brother, Ian, to live.  He couldn’t live on his own.  So Irene traveled throughout England looking for a place.  At last, she found a kind gentleman, Mr. Haslow, who was starting up a home for young boys like Ian.  Irene’s brother adjusted quite nicely.  For the rest of his life, Ian would live in the peaceful area of Sussex.  Sussex was a gentry place with lots of trees, flowers and ponds.  It was the perfect place for him.  His friends included Simon and Chris. Simon liked to go on long ealks.  Chris liked to work in the landry room.

After my grandparents were killed in a car accident in Ontario, Ian stopped talking.  We wondered whether he would ever talk again.  He did, eventually

One summer I did a volunteer job at the home. I stayed with them for about four weeks.  Ian, my uncle, was very proud to have someone from Canada. 

I had the challenge of taking my uncle to Cornwall in the train.

Every year my parents had to jump the pond to look after Ian and my father’s mother.  We called his father Nanna.  Tommow I will talk about my father’s side of the family.