Second World War, my grandmother, along with her sister and mother, emerged from an Aldgate fruit market. Actually, they were carried out — the first three floors had been blown up by German bombers.
Lottie emerged from the ruins to see the East End burning; she brushed off the dust, went to Brick Lane to check her home was still standing, then got back to her job in the munitions factory.
She was just a teenager but was already displaying the toughness she showed her entire life. Last week, she died at the age of 97.
She left this world without a single day of bitterness, unkindness or despair. She had a rich and ultimately happy life. After the war, she married my grandfather (a Holocaust survivor) and went on to have children,.
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