Alan Butcher, courtesy of ESPNcricinfo, where the title is “Keith and Marjorie”
The lady sitting opposite me with clear blue eyes and smooth unlined skin was once a very attractive young woman. I know this without having to look at the photographs of her younger self spread out on the table between us. In fact, I knew it even before I arrived at my mother’s house to meet her neighbour Marjorie Evans for the first time. How did I know this about the 93-year-old I was now sharing a cup of tea with as I enjoyed her reminiscences of the past? Well, in 1943, as a member of the Auxiliary Training Service, she was posted to Brighton and placed in a “hush hush” unit. While there, she, along with some colleagues, attended dances at the Grand Hotel Brighton.
The RAAF organised dances for their men. The ATS girls were invited. The men liked to have girls to dance with, and the ATS girls… well, they liked to dance with the men too! At some stage during one of these dances Marjorie Rowe, as she was then, attracted the attention of the cricketer whom venerated writer Neville Cardus called “an Australian in excelsis: then a pilot, he was that renowned ladies man Sergeant Keith Miller of the RAAF.” Read the rest of this entry ?