That year I was blessed to see my mother get baptized, as well as the widow and her children, except her youngest daughter, Marianthi, who was baptized in 1943 and became my beloved wife in November of that year.
Tas bija svētībām bagāts gads. Kristījās mana māte, kā arī atraitne un visi viņas bērni, izņemot jaunāko meitu Marianti, kas bija kristījusies 1943. gadā un tā paša gada novembrī bija kļuvusi par manu sievu.