My Dad, Bill Harris, went overseas 3 months after I was born, in 1941. When he heard that the Japanese bombed Estevan Point on the west coast of Vancouver Island, he wanted Mother and me to move to the prairies where his relatives lived. We did go and live in Cupar, Saskatchewan, where Dad's sister lived. When the war looked as if it was ending, we moved back to Victoria in 1945. We had to stay with Renie Krighley and her two sons at 438 Heather St. The house was small and I slept in the tub! I didn't like that, and I've never forgotten that place. By the way, Dad came home in 1946 after a year on the occupational force in Germany.

Gerry Harris