Rose Chudley Hebert

My mother and father, Lawrence J. Hebert, met when the troops were being gathered in Lincolnshire in preparation for D-Day. My cousin, Joan Chudley, said there were men everywhere - sleeping in barns, beside roads and so on. She said on D-Day, early in the morning, the bombers took to the air. When each one took off, it kept circling, waiting for the others. The noise was deafening. Windows shattered and houses shook. She said, if you were there, you would never forget it. When the last plane took off and the planes moved out, the sun was blocked out. It was like a huge black cloud moving over the land, turning day into night.

After the war, my mother remained in England to care for her father, George Chudley, in Broughton, Lincolnshire, until he died on June 7th, 1947 of a stroke. Then she came to Canada.

She was met at Pier 21 by Lawrence J. Hebert (my father), Thomas J. Hebert (my grandfather), Edgar J. Hebert (my father's cousin) and Leonard Sawyer (Taxi driver from Rexton, N.B.). That car must have been crowded!

Just one note: I did not want to leave England. I think the pictures show I was not very enthusiastic.

My mother went on to raise her own 3 daughters: Diana N., Angela Rose and Catherine Dawn. She adopted two sons: Christopher and David.

Diana Kenney (daughter)