The missionaries came back and gradually took over the responsibilities of visiting the branches and preaching, etc. and our meetings became more interesting. My cousin, Ernest Capel, came to England on a mission. I think he was in the Sheffield area, I'm not sure. He attended one of our Bristol conferences. It must have been after his release to go home. My father loved the Capel family. Aunt Jessie was his oldest sister and took care of them after their mother died. Aunt Jessie and her family, that is those that were left here, emigrated to America just before the outbreak of war.
Many years passed since the end of the war and my brother, Walter, and his wife and son emigrated to Australia. He had been out of work for some time and the government offered to pay the fare of all who would go to Australia and colonize the uninhabited places. They had to have so much money on them as a guarantee for support until they were able to make a profitable living. I had been saving for some time in the hopes that I could emigrate to America (Zion) so I loaned Walter the necessary money instead. This was one of many times I had tried to save to go to Zion. Each time something happened to discourage me so I gave up the attempt, thinking that perhaps the Lord wanted me to stay where I was for a purpose. I made up my mind to be content and let the Lord direct my life which He surely did.
