In the autumn of 1945 I arrived in this country from Southern Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, and came to stay with my maternal grandparents, Bernard and Sarah Camberg. It was to be a strange and exciting but rather tumultuous time. My sojourn with the Cambergs was to last for the remainder of their lives, until my grandmother passed away in her eighty-fifth year.
Life with the Cambergs was never dull. …

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