By Frances Roper.
As long ago as 1940 I got the idea of writing the story of my family and my early life. I wrote to my cousin, Dr. Joan Evans, P.S.A. only to find that she was planning the book which appeared in 1943 under the title “Time and Chance”, which is a far more able work than I could hope to produce. I am much indebted to her for her permission to make a short quotation from it. I should also like to thank my friend May for her permission to mention her and her
Grandparents by name.
In every case I have used the real names of members of the family, but in cases of those outside the family with whom I have lost touch, I have altered the names.
I have not trespassed upon the ground so competently covered by Joan.
It was many years before the proverb “It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good” conveyed any meaning to my mind whatever. The agglomeration of contradictions and
negatives simply refused to register. However, the experiences of the last few months have at last clarified it. An attack of pneumonia which kept me in the house for two months,
followed after three weeks by influenza, combined with the doctor’s orders that I was not to go out as long as the cold spell and east winds persisted, have given me the very rare boon
of a bit of free time. This I have utilised in writing this book.
As long ago as 1940 I first got the idea of writing the history of my family. My husband had just rejoined the Army, and despite my many activities in connection with
Civil Defence, Red Cross, and all the other engagements of that hectic time, I still had lonely hours to fill. I therefore wrote to my cousin, Dr. Joan Evans
F.S.A. but found that she was contemplating doing the same thing. Whereupon I abandoned the project to her far more able and knowledgeable keeping, and, like a dutiful little wife, followed in my husband’s footsteps, and entered the Services, Joan’s book was published in 1943 under the title “Time and Chance”, and is a far more comprehensive and
scholarly work than I could ever have produced. I am much indebted to her for her permission to make a short
quotation from it, also for her permission to make mention of her name. I should also like to thank my friend May for her permission to
mention her and her grandparents by name, also my two brothers, the Revs. J. W. Hubbard and
G. E. Hubbard.
During the intervening years since 1940 the urge to write has continued to gnaw at me, but lack of time in a busy life has been a constant handicap till recently. I have not touched upon the ground so
competently covered by Joan, but have contented myself by recording the background, and some of the quaint experiences of my youth, which I feel fully justify the title I have chosen.