Myrna Harrison’s Story

April 12, 2011

I was a very little girl of 3 at the time, but remember clearly. It is probably my earliest memory. We lived in Seville Place, and myself and 2 brothers were in bed when all the windows were blown in on top of us. We were covered with broken glass and my Mother was so upset and worried as my father was away at the time. My mother gathered us up…put the baby into the pram, I was put onto the pram sitting and my 5 yr old brother had to walk alongside. My Mother pushed us to her parent’s home at Fairview. I clearly remember her having to argue with uniformed people (probably police) to let her past with us at the corner of Seville Place and Amiens Street. It is as clear as yesterday in my memory. Read the rest of this entry »

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