These are the three men of my family. I think I told you that when I was 17 I was standing at a bus stop in TMR and a car stopped. A woman got out and asked: Are you Pat Machin? It threw me. Yes...and she introduced herself as my uncle’s fiance. She had never seen me or met me – I would have been five when he died – but she recognized me from him...and he was six foot five or so...She said to give her love to my grandmother and left...I said very little...I was too surprised. As I reflect back now, it would only have been 12 years since my uncle died...she still could have been grieving...she and my grandmother were close....they even went together to choose her engagement ring...my uncle had wired my grandmother the money...