I had moved to a small village in North Yorkshire to be near my son after living in Scotland and having grown up in Surrey.
One day in church in my Yorkshire village I sat next to a woman I had not seen before and chatted to her. She had just arrived in the village to be near her daughter, coming from 'London'. It turned out that she had been married in the Surrey church where I worshipped in my childhood.
The nest Sunday, she brought me a cutting from a newspaper dated 1926,
which was a description of her mother's wedding at which my mother had sung a solo.