Jurney's End
"When I was 24," said the old, retired sailorman of South Shields last week, "I married a gentle girl named Marion, three years older than me. We bought a house in Seaton Sluice. I was a coal hewer then, and we were terribly in love.. We both wanted a son. A year after our marriage, 51 years ago, he was born, but Marion died. On the day of her funeral, I handed the baby, John Charles, to my sister Louise to look after. Then I sold the house, packed up and went to sea. I was very young, very sad...
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