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1943 was a year in which I could have used more than one pair of hands. It seemed that the children were constantly ill with childhood diseases. Whatever Clare picked up at school – chicken pox, measles, whooping cough – was passed on, in double measure, to Frank.

This was also the year of the rationing books. Coupons for meat, butter, sugar, heating oil, shoes! But this, too, passes

Clare had lost her front tooth and was indignant when her father painted her portrait without it. She said “If that’s the best you can do, I’m just wasting my time?”

At long last, amid the house painting, care an art award which reopened the door to the interrupted art career.