While my mother drove an ambulance to pick up war casualties, I was for a time raised by her fanatical sister Rita. Her sons and my cousins (Peter & John & Tony), and I — when still children — all swore we would become Roman Catholic Priests. They did; but are no longer such. I did not; and was rightly disinherited by my Catholic Grandad when I lapsed into unbelief not too long after that. For, once in South Africa when we rejoined my father, he converted both my mother and I from Romanism to Atheism.
Yet today, by the grace of God, I am a Minister of the glorious Gospel of my Lord Jesus Christ. I never saw my above-mentioned cousins again, though at one point I was in written