Christchurch Earthquake, My Home City in Ruins

New Zealand's Blackest Day. It is a War Zone, with no sign of the Enemy. My home town for the first 25years of my Childhood, The Catholic Cathedral may not survive the fall, of the bricks in front of her, which hold the old round stairs up to the large room with an enormous organ which rang out each Sunday, as I joined our choir or orphan girls from Nazareth House, as my heart sang the hymns, in Latin and I knew each word by heart, It was like being in another world, with the Angels, and us with out our wings and Halos. The Cathedral in the square had memories for me as well, each Saturday afternoon I would go there, and change the coloured ribbons, in the big book on the Alter and the Pulpit. And as I sang in my heavenly Cathedral, I would have a wee laugh to myself and think of the Bishop in his Cathedral in the Square, trying to find his page, that he had marked, not know that a little catholic orphan girl had changed them for him, the Evening before. My Cathedral, was were I got Married on April 24 1965 with the big organ playing the wedding March as I walked up to the high Alter on the arms of my Father in-law, my husband Brian's father. I thought that it would be the only way, to get to know him, as he had no daughters, So I wanted him, to give me away, as though I was his daughter and then, I would then became his daughter, and walk out of the Cathedral, on the arm of his son, Brain, and I was his daughter from that day on. Never before I had meet a kinder man, so <b>...</b>