Your name is [name_f]Emma[/name_f] [name_f]Hazel[/name_f] [name_u]Reid[/name_u] and you were born in [name_u]Brighton[/name_u], [name_f]England[/name_f] on the 28th of [name_f]April[/name_f], 1904 to [name_m]Albert[/name_m] [name_m]Martin[/name_m] [name_u]Reid[/name_u] and [name_f]Frances[/name_f] [name_f]Mabel[/name_f] [name_u]Reid[/name_u] (nee [name_m]Brewster[/name_m]). You have blonde hair and hazel eyes exactly like your mother. Your mother and father had already had two sons, [name_m]George[/name_m] [name_m]Albert[/name_m] [name_u]Reid[/name_u] and [name_m]Arthur[/name_m] [name_m]William[/name_m] [name_u]Reid[/name_u].
Your first four years of life were overshadowed by World War I, but your father was not required to join up because he worked as a doctor, which was a reserved occupation. Men who worked in reserved occupations didn’t have to enlist because they were needed in their own countries. After the war finished, your family continued living in [name_u]Brighton[/name_u] and you grew up happily, with a loving family.
At the age of 18, you decide to follow in your father’s footsteps and go to train at The [name_f]Princess[/name_f] [name_f]Alexandra[/name_f] College of Nursing and Midwifery in [name_u]London[/name_u]. After three years, you become a qualified nurse and begin work in the Antenatal [name_m]Ward[/name_m] at St [name_m]Thomas[/name_m]’s Hospital in [name_u]London[/name_u]. There you meet a rather dashing doctor-in-training [name_m]Harry[/name_m] [name_m]Charles[/name_m] Whitmore, with dark hair and eyes who you feel completely at ease with. You court for a year before marrying at your family’s church in [name_u]Brighton[/name_u].
You and [name_m]Harry[/name_m] decide to move to [name_f]India[/name_f], in order to set up an antenatal clinic to help women with their babies. You live in [name_f]India[/name_f] for three years, in which time you and [name_m]Harry[/name_m] help hundreds of women and have amazing experiences, before deciding to return [name_u]London[/name_u] in order to start a family. [name_m]Harry[/name_m] started working at St [name_m]Thomas[/name_m]’s again, while you find the perfect house, and await the birth of your first child.
You have a baby boy in 1930, a year after returning from [name_f]India[/name_f]. You and [name_m]Harry[/name_m] decide to give all of your children Hindi middle names, to honour the time that you spent in [name_f]India[/name_f]. You name your son [name_m]Charles[/name_m] [name_m]Navin[/name_m] Whitmore “[name_u]Charlie[/name_u]”. He is a gorgeous baby, with dark hair like his daddy. [name_u]Charlie[/name_u] loves meeting people and holds out his chubby little arms to everyone for a cuddle, and no one can resist his huge hazel eyes. Two and half years after the birth of [name_u]Charlie[/name_u], you and your husband welcome a little girl into your family. You are utterly delighted with your little girl, who you name [name_u]Evelyn[/name_u] [name_f]Asha[/name_f] Whitmore.
[name_u]Charlie[/name_u] adores his little sister and babbles to her constantly while she lies in her crib, and he was the one who she first smiled at. You and [name_m]Harry[/name_m] loved to watch [name_u]Charlie[/name_u] and [name_u]Evelyn[/name_u] play together, and wanted to have another child . A baby boy arrived in 1935, who you named [name_m]David[/name_m] [name_m]Pan[/name_m] Whitmore. [name_m]David[/name_m] was a very happy baby, doted on my his older brother and sister. Your family continues their lives, with your husband still working at St [name_m]Thomas[/name_m]’s and you raising your children, and dog [name_m]Cooper[/name_m] the St. [name_m]Bernard[/name_m].
World War II began, bringing in rations and bombings of [name_u]London[/name_u] during which time you unexpectedly fell pregnant. You and [name_m]Harry[/name_m] had decided not to have any more children, but welcomed the new arrival in this time of hardship. To your surprise, you gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. You named them [name_u]Michael[/name_u] [name_m]Sarad[/name_m] Whitmore and [name_f]Dorothy[/name_f] [name_f]Nisha[/name_f] Whitmore.
At the end of 1940, you were a mother of five, surrounded by war and unsafe in your home city. You refused to be evacuated during your pregnancy, wanting to stay with your husband while he worked at the hospital, but sent your three elder children to be with your mother in [name_u]Brighton[/name_u], and then joined them after the birth of the twins.
You (36): [name_f]Emma[/name_f] [name_f]Hazel[/name_f] Whitmore (nee [name_u]Reid[/name_u])
DH (38): [name_m]Harry[/name_m] [name_m]Charles[/name_m] Whitmore
DS1 (10): [name_m]Charles[/name_m] [name_m]Navin[/name_m] Whitmore “[name_u]Charlie[/name_u]”
DD1 (8): [name_u]Evelyn[/name_u] [name_f]Asha[/name_f] Whitmore
DS2 (5): [name_m]David[/name_m] [name_m]Pan[/name_m] Whitmore
DS3 (nb): [name_u]Michael[/name_u] [name_m]Sarad[/name_m] Whitmore
DD2 (nb): [name_f]Dorothy[/name_f] [name_f]Nisha[/name_f] Whitmore
Dog: [name_m]Cooper[/name_m]