Into every life a little rain must fall.

Seventy years ago today York, in England, endured its worst bombing raid of the second world war.

There will be a service in the Minster to remember the hundreds who were killed and injured in the attack.
My sister and I survived the blitz huddled in a  steel bomb shelter. 

Our father was out patrolling the streets while our  redoutable mother read the psalms to us and sang Vera Lynn songs while the German bombers droned overhead.

Scriptures and songs, not a bad combination to see you through the worst of life's ordeals.

Three years later, in 1945, Hitler committed suicide. My mother outlasted him by another sixty years. She died on the high note exhorting the other members of her old folks group to SING LOUDER.

That's my word for the day. When the set backs come SING LOUDER.

Jubilate.
Ian