Lost address book

I lost my address book in Cannes in 1968. Some months later I had a letter from a good friend of mine, Jacques, a Frenchman who had settled in Oslo. He told me he had my address book. His brother was in Cannes and had found the book. Seeing his brother's name in it, he posted it off to him in Norway. I was able to retrieve the book when I went back to Oslo the next year.
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Date submitted:Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:44:32 +0000Coincidence ID:3363


My father's mother told me that she woke up one night with a nightmare during the First World War. She had dreamt that my grandfather had been torpedoed and was in danger. He was a first mate on merchant navy vessel on convoys to Archangel to supply the Russians. In fact, my grandfather had been torpedoed that very day/night. Luckily he was picked up and survived.