โ Scribed by Maisie Mosco
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Thirty years. A time of quiet celebration for Sarah and Abraham. Thirty years since their arrival, penniless, in Manchester.
So much behind them. The years of struggle, sustained by the closeness of family, faith and inheritance, shot through by the joys of love, of children and grandchildren. It seemed right to reflect and celebrate.
Except that now there was a growing, terrible reminder of that half-forgotten past. For the year was 1935, Hitler ruled in Germany and even in England the Fascists were marching.
'... full of freshness and fascination'
Manchester Evening News
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