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Sometimes I hear something which leaves me awestruck. This is one of those…
Florence Nightingale spoke these words in 1890 and we today can listen to this old lady speak of her youth.
When I am no longer even a memory, just a name, I hope my voice may perpetuate the great work of my life. God bless my dear old comrades of Balaclava and bring them safe to shore. Florence Nightingale
Florence Nightingale
I miss the voice of my father. We had a cassette recorder but kept recording music over the spoken recordings and now I