Willie saw the impressive turnout for the memorial service.
An older gentleman turned to him and asked, “You had family on the train?”
“Yes, my grandfather. You?”
“Yes, I actually was on the train. Lived here in London since.” He glanced through his program. “I was all of seven when I met Nicky. It feels quite odd to call him Sir Nicholas.” He paused, then laughed. “Can you imagine? A man goes on two-week holiday and ends up years later with hundreds of children?”
A woman approached the dais. “I’m Barbara Winton, and on behalf of the Winton family …”
Sir Nicholas Winton and the Kinder Transport.