At four years old Violet was evacuated to live with strangers in South Wales - a different country altogether from her homeland of England. In those far-off days of World War II people rarely went far from home - not like today's people who jet off abroad at the drop of a hat. God was good to her: a loving Welsh couple took her and fostered her until 1945. This book tells her story. But the story really begins in 1924 in the words of her eldest sister. Amid the poverty and deprivation of the years of the depression in London Emily gave birth to ten singly born living daughters, raising them to be clean and respectable against all the odds. Violet's elder sisters have given an inkling of the social side of the old East Enders in Stepney, London, England. Our mother was a pretty woman Vie, but I'd have dropped if I'd had to cope like she did in such poor circumstances, said the author's eldest sister. Mother lived in the land of hard knocks, but we didn't know any different because everyone was poor like us in those far-off days. Violet returned to England and her forgotten family. She endured illnesses which only gave her more determination to succeed in life. She writes happily of her schooldays in England and relates how her disability was overcome, joyously, amongst people from far and wide. Not quite pistols at dawn - but more lacrosse sticks or hockey sticks and muddy football boots!