Still Small Voice – May 1, 2022
Dear friends; “ … what we will be is not yet known. But we know that when He appears, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.” 1 John 3:2 Jay and I are of the WW2 generation. Jay remembers the windows of his home being blacked out in Victoria. He was terrified of the sound of air-raid sirens; because his mother held him close and cried in fear. He does not remember the curfews. I remember sugar, coffee and meat were rationed. Jay’s Daddy Vic never came home. He died at 28, as a Canadian soldier liberating Deventer Holland from the Nazis. My Dad Don, was gone from 1941 to 1945, serving in the Air Force. I remember the anticipation of his coming standing on the station platform. The old steam engine pulled the train filled with soldiers to a screeching halt. The jubilation was wild. Dad came walking toward us with gifts for us all. I especially remember the music of that era. Our home was filled with …







