Donald Trelford

Oh, Mother of Mine

Darling Baby Mine: A Son’s Extraordinary Search for his Mother


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From his early infancy John de St Jorre retained a shard of memory of a woman wearing ‘a loose blouse, half-open, revealing large breasts. She had blue eyes and blonde hair framing a full, plump face. Smoke curled upwards from her cigarette. She looked at me, threw back her head, and laughed … She sounded happy and that made me happy too. She seemed familiar, someone close to me, and I suppose that is why I thought of her as my mother. Who else could she be? Then she vanished.’

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