in 1952, my Dad wrote a poem in an autograph book. I only saw this a couple of years ago, and what he has written has puzzled me ever since. I know now that some of the words he wrote, were from A Home of my Own...my Dad died very young from ongoing problems to do with his war experience. I last saw him around this time. I am 73 now - and every word in the poem is ME - I'm alone, have my own little house (but no fire)...it's as though my dad has sent me a message...and I so wish I'd found Catherine earlier - I would have loved to have met her. thank you to you all X