I also recall being moved as Thom slowly drove me around Williamsburg telling me stories about my glamorous grandmother (Granny Marjie) and her sisters. Every now and then his dour tones were broken by a chuckle, and the twinkle in his blue eyes was definitely that of a young man! He went on to show me round his office. I was particularly struck by the way he delicately, and lovingly, handled antique books as he spoke about the history of my great great (great)? grandfather, Henry Stevens. I still treasure the biography which he and Diana gave me as a leaving present.

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