What Happened in 19741974 was an incredible and tumultuous year. The year Auntie Marge died, and the year that was pivotal in my three cousins’ and my life. Every one of the young generation in our family got hitched that year although we were so young. Three of us got married and one got engaged.
When Auntie Marge died, she left me exposed to my family’s claws. I lost my adult role model. Uncle Peter rushed to our house one late Sunday afternoon in February. Visibly shocked. In a panic. “Quick,” he said, “Auntie’s had a bad stroke.” He could hardly talk, but managed to blurt out that I should run quickly to the phone-box, dial 999 for an ambulance. I ran as fast as I could, crying all the way. There was a young man in the phone-box. He saw my state of despair, interrupted his call, let m
