If you would like to read all about this Mystery Challenge, you might prefer to click on this list below, as I’ve arranged them all in chronologcal order.
But of course, you could just scroll down to the end of this category, and then scroll your way upwards! Whatever way you do this, I hope you find it interesting - and if you can throw any more light on the real-life charactesr, please do contact me (You’ll receive a free copy of Paper Lanterns)

The first of these posts is headed: ‘Six Degrees of Separation – can you help to solve the challenge?’
2) 9th Jan 2011: More about my mystery challenge
3) 16th Jan 2011 D.G. Bruce –what kind of man was he?
4)23rd Jan 2011 Stranger than Fiction
5)30th Jan 2011Is this the D. G. Bruce who inspired my novel?
6) 4th February: The Husband, the Wife and the Best Friend
7)13th Feb 2011: What can be learned from a Ship’s Passenger List.
8 ) 20th Feb 2011: Bessie’s 4th Letter – Stolen Kisses in a Monastery Tower
9)27th Feb 2011: Latest Discovery about Douglas Bruce and his Sisters
10)7th March: Bessie’s Final Love Letter & Why She Went to Shameen
11) 28th March: Why did D.G. Bruce Marry so Late?
12) 18 April: A Few Loose Ends & back to Poetry

Those of you who’ve been following my ‘Six Degrees of Separation – Mystery Challenge’ (see the previous post below) I have a few more snippets of information which might possibly lead to my goal of finding a descendant of a relation or friend of Douglas Gordon Bruce, and his wife, Florence Dorothy.

At the beginning of April, when I was visiting my daughter and her husband in Chiswick, I took the opportunity of tracking down the address in Weymouth Avenue which was recorded on the marriage certificate of Douglas Bruce and Florence Slaughter on 9th February 1978. I was hoping that the current occupier(s) of that house might have known something about Mr and Mrs Bruce, but no one answered when we knocked on the door.

We also looked at the house in Barrowgate Road, where the eighteen-year old DGB was recorded as living with sister, Kate and brother in law on the census of 1911, Douglas Robert Finnis. (That was when I realised that I’d posted a picture of the wrong house here.) This is the right one, and it’s not far from Chiswick House, so I couldn’t help wondering if DGB and his sister’s family had enjoyed that garden too.

Later that day, we had a walk and picnic in the beautiful grounds of nearby Chiswick House. It’s also possible that many decades later, Douglas and Florence strolled together under those cedar trees, and crossed the stone bridge, shown in the photo above.

I’ve recently discovered more about the family of DGB’s brother in law, Douglas Finnis. The census of 1891 records that D.R. Finnis was the oldest of the six sons of Tavener Finnis,(a secretary of a public company, d.o.b. 1850). The other Finnis brother to marry one of DGB’s sister, was Vernon Walter, the fourth son, (b. 1880).

This transcription of the 1911 census shows that this marriage produced at least 3 more nephews for DGB. Since the youngest, Bruce Vernon, was only one year old at the time, there could well have been more children.

What I found particularly interesting about the Finnis family was the fact that at least three of ‘our’ Finnis’s were still living in the same area in the 1938, and the 1951 London phone books. Finnis, Douglas R. was still registered at the house in Barrowgate Road in 1951, 40 years after DGB was living there at the age of 18. Finnis, Vernon W (Kate Maud’s husband) was registered in both the 1938 and 1951 phone books, and their second son, Maxwell Vernon, was settled in nearby Twickenham.

Since DGB’s death notice in the Times of 1983 stated that he had been a ‘much loved uncle’ it seems possible that his many nephews, and possibly more than just one niece, might have told their own children a little more about their uncle’s life in China and Hong Kong.

After all this, you might be wondering what link there might be to poetry in all this rather dry research information. The brief answer is: not a very close link, but a significant one for me. That same weekend in April that had been arranged for our visit to our daughter’s home in Chiswick, happened to be the date for the launch of the latest Poetry Anthology from my wonderful Leicester based poetry group, Soundswrite – and now I’m running out of time and space, so I’ll be writing more about that publication and one very special member of that group.

I have now more or less reached the end of my search. Although I’d like to discover more about Douglas Gordon Bruce, and the women who loved him, I must admit that I’ve found out more than I’d expected when I started this Mystery Challenge.

(If you’re new to this blog, and you’d like to find out what this is all about, it’ll probably help you to scroll down to the first post about the Mystery Challenge,in which I’m asking readers to help me find out more about the love letters from 1920’s China.)

If you know anyone with one of the surnames listed in the 2 charts below, I would be very grateful if you could direct them to this website – specifically to the Category: ‘6 Degrees of Separation Mystery Challenge.’ There’s just a chance that this might jolt a memory of something relevant they have heard about a great uncle, aunt, cousin or other relative.

Here is a table with the names and dates of people whose descendants and/or friends and relations might be known to readers of this blog. The first chart gives details of Douglas Gordon Bruce and his sisters and their children.

When I’d discovered the death notice in the Times Archives, and found that he had been ‘a loving father and uncle’, my researcher friend told me how to send off to the Government Records Office for a copy of his marriage certificate. As you can see from a previous post,we’d already discovered the name of his bride, and the date of the wedding, but I wanted to know if this was his first marriage, and that would be recorded on the certificate. This document duly arrived in the post, and revealed that he was a bachelor, and his bride, Phyllis Dorothy Slaughter, was a spinster.

The wedding took place on 9th February in 1978 at All Saints Church in the London Borough of Ealing. Phyllis would have her 62nd birthday two weeks later, and DG B was a few months away from 86.DGB was recorded as ‘Director’, and Phyllis, as ‘Book-Keeper’. What did surprise me was the fact that they were both living at the same address, Weymouth Avenue, Ealing, W5, not far from where he grew up. From the photos and letters that I’ve already posted, I would have expected that he would have been married decades before this, though on the other hand, he could have been totally resistant to the idea of committing himself to one woman for the rest of his life!

As for Phyllis, there’s no way of knowing how long they had been sharing the same house, but as she was 24 years younger than DGB, and he was in his mid-eighties, it would have been irresponsible of him if he hadn’t clarified her legal status by making her his wife.

What if a bad bout of winter flu had carried him off, before they could walk down the aisle together as man and wife? I can imagine some of their friends and relations congratulating DGB and finishing by adding, “Better late than never.”

Here is another table of names and dates of other people who would have known D.G.B.

All that is sheer conjecture, and it could be leading me into rather dodgy ground. Although both Phyllis and DGB died several years ago, it’s still not all that far back in time, especially when compared to 1920s Hong Kong. But if any nieces and nephews of either Phyllis or Douglas Bruce (or great nephews/nieces) stumble across this website, I would happily adapt or remove the paragraph above.

It would be great to receive a message from anyone who could give me some more information about the life and loves of Douglas Gordon Bruce.

As I’ve mentioned before, anyone who does this will receive a free copy of Paper Lanterns (or The Dangerous Sports Euthanasia Society) so do please spread the word to anyone who might be interested. If I do manage to glean more information I will publish it here.

If you’re new to this blog, and you’d like to find out what this is all about, it’ll probably help you to scroll down to the first post about the Mystery Challenge,in which I’m asking readers to help me find out more about the love letters from 1920’s China.)

Today I’ll be posting the last of Bessie’s letters to Mr Bruce – It would be nice to think that he had followed Bessie’s advice, and had married her friend Margaret, but in my next post I’ll explain why I’m pretty sure this didn’t happen.
I’ve learned quite a lot about Canton and the Shameen district from various websites. The view of Canton comes from this site, and the map of Shameen, from here.

And I’ve ‘borrowed’ the 1920s postcards below from a wonderful postcard site – there are lots more there, if you’d like to see more. The second one below would have been somewhere near to where Bessie had stood and waited, hoping to catch sight of Mr Bruce.

And the steam ship in this photo could have been the same as the one where Bessie’s husband, Jimmy, had discovered that ‘something was going on’ between her and Mr Bruce

Here is the transcript of Bessie’s final letter. I found it very moving, and I’m sure that many people would be able to identify with Bessie, standing outside the building in Shameen, hoping to see the man she loved, one last time.

Thursday
Bruce dear, it’s quite true that a woman can kill her conscience much deader than a man can kill his. Otherwise I shouldn’t be writing to you today. If one has a dead heart, a dead conscience more or less doesn’t matter.

I’m at the Canton Hospital with the kids. They have just had their tonsils and adenoids removed. Poor little wretches. Jimmy is crying for water which he can’t have. You can’t imagine anyone crying for water can you?

I have been in Shameen twice lately. Monday I was in the playground outside your window for a long time – it was awful. And yesterday I saw Bing to speak to – did he tell you?
I am a dutiful wife now. Forever, I think, except for such a slight deflection from the path as this, and I’ll admit there is a certain amount of self-satisfied pleasure in duty well done. And not only that – trite as the sentiment may seem – it is pleasurable to see another person happy.

I would like to tell you all the details of that Thursday evening and the next morning, but what’s the use. Things could have resulted so differently but they didn’t so there is an end to it. Did Margaret tell you that he mutilated my “family album”, the one we straightened up, remember? Removed forcibly every photograph that contained your physiognomy.

But he overlooked that one of David and you on the top of the boat (Kongmoon), so I at least have one of your ears and a little bit of your gurgly old pipe.Isn’t Margaret a good sport and a dear? I don’t know what on earth I’d do without her.

I do wish that you would convince her that you never liked me at all and that you really set out to marry and save her from her present fate. I mean I wish you could do it. Really I do, dear. Because you’ve got to marry somebody, sometime, and it might as well be a somebody who would furnish you with enough excitement to keep you from being bored to tears.

I am so glad you went to see Margaret while we were in Hong Kong. Because she told me lots that you said, and it helped. And she keeps my love letter for me so that I can read it over now and again. I love it. There’s nobody in the world but you could write such a dear one. But I suppose I must let it go too after a bit – when I’ve learned it all by heart perhaps. Of course I’ll write to you when I get home, nothing could stop me if I thought you wanted me to but it is a desolate thought that I’ll never have another word from you. You spoke of how long it would take us to get over this. I hope you won’t take long – and I hope I never get over it. It’s very unmaidenly, or at least unmatronly, for me to admit all this, I’m sure. When you don’t realise what you’ve missed in life until it’s too late to have it, what matters it how brazen a hussy one becomes.

The six weeks left to me in China are creeping by. I didn’t know days could be so long. Do you believe in the much hackneyed mutual telepathy? Two or three days ago at the tiffin table little Jimmy asked when you were coming again and that night he insisted on including you in his prayers. Well I include you in mine, such as they are. The best love I have – the only one with a thrill in it – is yours. Please keep it until you get a better; that better one is waiting for you somewhere. That sounds like “Mother to her wayward boy”. It isn’t – it’s just because I don’t know what to say or how to say it so I rave on just to be in some sort of communication with you. But I can’t go on forever because my babies are requiring more and more attention.

This is my last letter to you for the present and it’s my good-bye too, and I’m heartsick Bruce dear. I never knew I would care so much. My dear. My dear, why did you come so late?

With the help of my friend, I’ve been finding out more about Douglas Bruce, and his five sisters.Apart from his older brother, Charles Edward, who died at the age of 36, this seems to have been a long-lived family.

(If you’re new to this blog, and you’d like to find out what this is all about, it’ll probably help you to scroll down to the first post about the Mystery Challenge,in which I’m asking readers to help me find out more about the love letters from 1920’s China.)

I’d already discovered that Douglas Bruce was only a couple of months from his 91st birthday when he died in April 1983. A search through the Times Archive for his death notice gave me a unexpected feeling of sadness, as if I were reading about the death of a my own friend or relation.Why should I have felt so moved by reading that brief notice, with its ready-made phrases?

This man had no connection with me or my family, and from what I’ve deduced about his character, based on the documents and photos that randomly ended up in my house, he doesn’t seem to have been a very pleasant young man. At the same time, I was pleased to discover that he’d ‘died peacefully at home’, and hadn’t lived out his last few years in the loneliness of a less-than-caring Institution.

Without any photos of Mr Bruce at this age, I’ve had to make do with this ‘borrowed’ picture from this site Better still, he was a apparently a ‘much loved husband’ – a statement that has partially answered one of my first questions about the man who’d captured the hearts of at least two women in 1920s China. So my next task was to find out as much as I could about his marriage (with my friend’s invaluable help!) Another surprise followed. His wedding took place in 1978, when he was 86! His bride was 62-year-old, Phyllis D Slaughter, who survived him by eight years.

This short message in the Times Death Notices confirms that we have found the ‘real’ Douglas Gordon Bruce of the letters and photos from China. APC South China is The Asiatic Petroleum Company (now Shell), which we know was his employer, but I was rather puzzled by the name ‘Fanlingerers’ with its Edinburgh address, the organisation for donations to be made, instead of funeral flowers.

The Fanlingerers appear to be (or have been) a club for supporters of what is now the Hong Kong Golf Club Fanling.

The mention of ‘much loved uncle’, fits what we know about his siblings. Each of his five sisters was married, and as you can see in this previous post, the young Douglas Bruce was recorded on the 1911 census as living in the household of his sister, Edith, and brother in-law, Douglas Robert Finnis. At that time he already had at least one nephew (Roy Bruce Finnis, aged 3) and one niece, Jean Bruce Finnis, a baby of 9 months). I can picture the 18-year-old young man happily playing with little Roy, before he left for China in about 1915.

This photo, dated 1919, and labelled, Bruce Meyer, (from the box with the letters ) is the son of his close friend, Mr Meyer, and it seems likely that the baby, was named after Douglas Bruce, who would probably have been his godfather. Another of Douglas Bruce’s sisters, Kate Maud, married Vernon Walter Finnis, the brother of Edith’s husband, in 1904, when she was 25, so it would be GREAT if anyone researching the Finnis family was able to find some of ‘Finnis’ nieces and nephews, or their children, who might have known about the life of Douglas Bruce.

I have just discovered that his sister, Alice Mabel, married Walter Ricks, also in 1904, aged 23. The census of 1901, shows Walter Francis Ricks (aged 23) living with his parents and siblings, and working as a ‘Commercial Traveller’. His father was James Ricks (then aged 55)), and has given his occupation as Artist, painter and Sculptor.

A search for Walter Ricks on the 1911 census, has unearthed two more nephews for ‘Uncle Douglas’, James Bruce Ricks, born in 1905, and Donald Bruce Ricks, born in 1910. They lived in Nassau Road in Barnes, not that far from Barrowgate Road, so it seems more than likely that ‘our’ Douglas Bruce would have had some contact with these two little boys, while he was living with his sister, Edith Finnis and her two children – especially as another sister, Ethel Gertrude, was recorded as living in the household of Walter Ricks.

The remaining two of his sisters married quite a lot later (possibly a result of the slaughter of so many young men in W.W.1). Amy Beatrice (the youngest of the five sisters) was married to Charles Oram in 1922 when she was 32, well within the child-bearing age. The next in age, Ethel Gertrude, married four years later to Charles Horton, in 1926 when she was already 38, but still with the possibility of children.

Amy and Ethel both lived to a good old age, Ethel surviving till 85, and Amy at 80. As their deaths were both registered in Worthing, it seems that, as widows, they set up house together . I don’t yet know whether or not they had any children.

I’ll be hoping to find out more about Phyllis, and whether she actually was his first wife, or had married decades earlier to one of his women friends in China or Hong Kong.

I’ll be posting Bessie’s fifth and final letter very soon.

With the help of my friend, I’m still finding out more about Mr Bruce and his relations, but I’ll get back to this research later.
(If you’re new to this blog, and you’d like to find out what this is all about, it’ll probably help you to scroll down to the first post about the Mystery Challenge,in which I’m asking readers to help me find out more about the love letters from 1920’s China.)

In a previous post I mentioned that Bessie had written two more letters to Douglas Bruce after she had told herself that she would not contact him again, so here is the first page of the handwritten version. It does seem that their ‘affair’ had not gone further than the kisses she refers to. The full transcript shows that her marriage to Jimmy had not been entirely happy even before she had met Mr Bruce.

One of the details that I’ve tried to research, is the ‘monastery tower’ she had visited with him – and declared her feelings for him. I came across a site which shows a beautiful porcelain dish with significant landmarks of the old city of Canton.

Bessie’s tower might possibly have been the Zhenhai Tower, which, according to this site, “is a bit of a hassle for a westerner if you don’t do this within a tour that stops right outside”

Here is my transcript of the complete letter.

“Bruce dear,
There isn’t much point in my writing you, but I think I shall feel better if I do. I can’t tell you how sorry I am to have brought you into this mess. Now that Jimmy and I have had it out and he is convinced that I am not absolutely rotten (of course I had to lie to convince him – I said you had kissed me only once – so

I’ve got the seven or eight other times to remember, all to myself) he is doing all he can to make up for his past behaviour and I should be happy – but my dear, dear I’m not. Every time he kisses me I can scarcely keep back my cries to you. I’m not going to see you anymore and I can’t bear to think of it. There is a great hole in my heart – you have the piece that was dug out whether you want it or not.

Of course I had no idea that I cared this much and it surprises me all the time that I do, and I don’t want you to think that I want or expect you to do anything about it. I’ve chosen this way and I’m sure I’m right in doing so. I’ve made you out as a noble person as I could, because you have been so darned decent through it all. Of course it wouldn’t make any difference to you what he thought about you but I wanted him to know that it was fully as much my fault as yours, and I did my best to make him believe it.

Margaret gave me your note yesterday but of course you had Jimmy’s letter by the time I got yours so there was no need for me to do anything about it.

Poor Jimmy.I am much sorrier for him than for myself and you of course will forget all about it soon I hope. If I could just get you out of my mind everything would be all right but I’m not in the least ashamed to say that what I said in the monastery tower I meant.

Good-bye, dear person.
B

There was no use telling Jimmy that I care for you when I had chosen to stay with him, was there? It would only be worse for all three of us, and I did so hope I could keep him from writing that letter to you if I could persuade him that for the last few times we had seen each other there had been nothing between us. Besides, I’m a coward, so don’t like me if you don’t want to.

As you will see if you peer closely at the first handwritten page above, you’ll see that this transcript was written as an afterthought at the top of the first page. Although I know that the man in the picture above is indeed Douglas Bruce, I can’t guarantee that the woman leaning towards him is Bessie.

A BRIEF DIGRESSION from My Mystery Challenge!

Yes, I do have other things to think about - among these, a brief visit to London to catch up with my writing friends, Crysse Morrison - who took this photo (take a look at her blog to find out more).
and Roger Jinkinson (You can read about his own books and his passion for the research into the fascinating real-life story that led to his latest book, American Ikaros) Before meeting up with Crysse on the South Bank, I had time to browse through Poetry books and magazines at the wonderful Saison Poetry Library on Level 5 of the Festival Hall. The reference section seems to have a copy of every poetry book published in Britain since 1912. Without really expecting it, I was amazed to find that my own very slim volume, Single Travellers (Flarestack 2004) was squeezed in on the ‘C’ shelf.

Last week (Wednesday February 17, 2011) I was delighted to receive this praise from writer, Sally Jenkins for my professional publication of Paper Lanterns – and some nice comments about the contents, too! -

There will be another of Bessie’s letters to Mr Bruce next time. Although she had told her friend, Margaret, ‘but I am not going to write to him myself’ she couldn’t resist the temptation.

Today I’ll be giving a few more bits of information that my friend has uncovered for me.
(If you’re new to this blog, and you’d like to find out what this is all about, it’ll probably help you to scroll down to the first post about the Mystery Challenge,in which I’m asking readers to help me find out more about the love letters from 1920’s China.)

I’d not have known that it was even possible to search for an individual name on an ocean liner voyage, let alone one in the early part of the last century, but here is the name, Douglas Gordon Bruce on the passenger list for ‘The Empress of Australia”, sailing from Quebec to Southampton on 30th May 1928.

The list shows that he was returning from China (via Canada) given under the heading: Country of last Permanent Residence. His age is recorded as 36, which tallies with what we’ve learned from earlier censuses and other documents. He gives his Occupation as ‘Merchant’ and this seems to fit in with his employment by The Asiatic Petroleum Company (South China)

I’ve extracted this picture of him from a business group-photo taken in China a year later (April 1929) The final column of the Passenger List is headed ‘Country of Intended Future Permanent Residence’, and is divided into seven possible destinations: England, Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland, Irish Free State, Other Parts of the British Empire, and Foreign Countries. His row was marked under Other Parts of the British Empire.

As I would have expected, he was travelling 1st class – Mr Bruce would have had a position to maintain, and I can imagine him enjoying the “First-class dining room, which was situated amidships on the Upper deck to avoid noise and vibration”. (This picture was taken from a site that gives useful information about the Canadian Pacific Company and this ship is the Empress of Canada, not the actual one that brought him back to England in 1928.

The trouble with the internet is its potential for time-wasting! I’ve been sidetracked into discovering some fascinating facts about the ships of the Canadian Pacific Company – it includes “A Personal Account of the Sinking of Empress of Canada 13th March 1943” by a survivor, with a footnote about how it brought back memories of the Titanic for him, “There was only one difference that really stuck in my mind – the ‘Titanic’ sank in icy waters, and the ‘Canada’ sank in shark-infested water – but, thank God so many of us survived.’.

It also seems that Mr Bruce has had some kind of a connection with The Empress of Canada, but I’m not yet sure if this would have been the ship, or the Railway train, as both forms of transport carried the name of Canadian Pacific.

This is one of several photos in an envelope inscribed in pencil: “Empress of Canada 1919” above the name:’D G Bruce Esq’
but the link above informs me that this ship’s maiden voyage was to Hong Kong via Falmouth - Suez canal on the 5th May 1922.

I’m pretty sure that the man in the cap is ‘our’ Mr Bruce, and the man sitting on the edge of the platform could be his friend, Mr Meyer.

I’ve borrowed this picture from Google images because I think the platform and background look rather like those in the picture above. The text at the base of this picture states: Dominion Jubilee Camp Tour. en route to Victoria B.C. July 12th 1927.It’s from a website called Guiding Mosaic.It adds that this was a Specially Chartered Canadian Pacific Train, for the very first National camp for Girl Guides across Canada in July 14-21 1927 to mark the 60th anniversary of the Confederation. I’ll resist the temptation of adding Canadian Girl Guides in the 1920s to my list of side-tracking websites.

Next time: Bessie breaks her promise and sends another letter to D G Bruce.

If you haven’t yet read my latest posts about the photos and letters from China in the early 1900s that inspired the middle section of my second novel, Paper Lanterns, you might find some of this a bit confusing. (This picture shows the small treaty port of Kongmoon, where several of the pictures were taken.)

To be honest, I’m finding it quite hard to put all these snippets of information into some kind of cohesive whole, so that readers might be able to help me with my Mystery Challenge:

Now that I’m looking back at the process of writing the novel – creating fiction out of real-life letters and snapshots , it’s beginning to seem that Mark Twain was right when he said, ‘Truth is stranger than fiction.’ Whether or not that is true, I’m finding it more difficult to manage than fiction – In my novels I am free to invent what I like but it’s a different matter with these tantalising glimpses of people’s lives nearly a century ago.

Perhaps my best way of presenting the ‘truth’ is to show you the letters, one by one. All of this material must have been part of the effects of Douglas Gragg Bruce (d.o.b. unknown, but certainly the early to mid 1890s) as they were all in a box of papers and photos acquired by my husband.

I’ll start with Bessie, because hers were the first that I read. The final of these five letters was written by her close friend, Margaret Hartle, dated September 1920. From other material, I can assume that Bessie’s letters were written from Canton.

Ah, you are a disturber! What do you mean by upsetting the equilibrium of two highly respectable (!) ladies in their heretofore blissful states of married and single blessedness? And two at once, mind you! And you so young and all. The poor young idlers that we endeavour to teach to shoot must certainly not have got their money’s worth this morning, and now at our first opportunity (recess) we two rush together to weep on each other’s shoulders for what we haven’t got and will never get. It’s a great bond, this being crazy about the same person. I only hope I’ll be able to preserve enough of a sense of decency from the wreck to give her the chance I wish I could take myself.
Does it sicken you to hear me rave? Perhaps if I make an utter ass of myself , you’ll leave me be – which is what I want of course. Any idiot can see that that is all I want.

Margaret can’t come to dinner on Saturday so if you want to change our places and go have tea with her in the afternoon, it will be all right. I’ll take a walk with you Sunday morning. She is going with her mother to Pack Hok Fung sometime Saturday afternoon so you won’t be embarrassed by having us both picking on you at the same time. You’d better write her a chit and invite yourself to have tea with her, and if she doesn’t take you up, you can come along here as we planned. Will you bring Bing with you? I mean it. I thoroughly detest you.
Good bye
The only object of this letter was to tell you that I found the hat & coat in the suitcase)

I haven’t yet been able to identify the woman above, but I like to think it could be Bessie’s friend, Margaret.

I am hoping that once I’ve posted more information and photos, some of you might be able to find someone who knows someone who might know something about a descendant of someone who knew some of these people!

THERE’S A FREE COPY OF PAPER LANTERNS FOR ANYONE WHO CAN DISCOVER MORE ABOUT THIS INTRIGUING LOVE STORY.