From the pretty little village of Merstham, in Surrey, a British war bride has lately come to Grimsby. She is Mrs. Robert H. Dent, whose husband, Pte. "Bob" Dent, of the R.C.A.S.C., is with his unit in Italy, and she is staying with her husband's mother, Mrs. Humphrey Burton, John Street.
Although Mrs. Dent had lived in Merstham for 12 years, and where, incidentally, she first met her husband-to-be, she is really Welsh, and it was to Wales she returned to be married from the home of her parents at Abertysswg, in Rhymney Valley, Monmouthshire. That was 4 years ago - Boxing day, December 26th, 1940, - to be exact. St. Dingat's church, New Tredegar, was the scene of the marriage of little Welsh Jennie Lloyd and the upstanding young Canadian soldier, "Bob" Dent.
In Merstham, with its old church filled with curiosities and the queerly placed clock low down on the tower, they made their first home. Bombed out once with no worse results than the loss of some precious household treasures, they quickly re-established themselves under another roof. Then, with "Bob" in Italy, Mrs. Dent made preparations to come to Canada, which was to be her permanent home. Now, freed from the sounds of war and the constant threat of bombing raids, she waits with patient eagerness the end of the war which will bring her husband home; as she waits she finds herself fitting more easily every day into the Canadian picture.
Although Mrs. Dent has been such a short time here, her new relatives have already taken her to many local points of interest. She has herself, however, placed a limit on her jauntings, for she has a pact with "Bob" that they will visit his favourite scenes together.
Questioned as to what impressed her most on the long rail journey from the coast to Grimsby, where she met her new family, Mrs. Dent confessed that it was not the scenery, which indeed she thought rather tame until Montreal was reached, but the clamorous bell ringing and incessant whistling of the trains, "like all the sirens and alarms at home going at once". Anyone who as been in England will understand this, as the trains there chirrup like little birds as they slip quietly through the country.
The party of war brides of which Mrs. Dent was one was lovingly shepherded on the long train journey by Red Cross officials, who were also on hand to meet them as they reached their destination and to see that they were placed in the safe care of their friends. Mrs. Dent speaks feelingly of the many personal kindnesses shown her by the Red Cross, especially at Hamilton, her one regret being that in the excitement of finding herself at long last in the midst of "Bob's" family she quite forgot to express her thanks.