Miss Whyte, our landlady, was in her early sixties and, being a spinster, my parents did not consider that she would be either prepared or suitable to take on the responsibility of looking after two children aged, at the time, 10 and 8. So Mum continued to look for an alternative suitable solution. One day Miss Whyte asked Mum why she kept on looking for a guardian – could she not take us on? It seemed that Miss Whyte had become very attached to the ‘wee ones’, especially ‘the laddie’. So it was agreed that Mum would leave us with ‘Auntie’, and she set off in early autumn to rejoin Dad in Kenya.
How lucky we were to be left with Auntie, who was the most loving and adorable person. She certainly adored me, a feeling I can genuinely say I reciprocated. She did not spoil me but gave me every comfort that a child could ever have looked for. She never tried to usurp or replace my parents’ affection or love for me, but constantly talked about them and kept them as the model for me to follow as the precious beings in my life. They were always to be considered, always to be remembered and thought about, never to be taken for granted, but rather always to be loved and cherished.