A letter written by my father, Haydn Morgan (1926-2010), to Sister Joyce Clarke, reads:
“This month is special to me, since it’s 40 years ago that I took the 76 bus from the market in Swansea to Brynmill. As I sat upstairs while the bus waited a while, I noticed that Elena Neale got on; at the next stop it was your turn [Joyce]; further on Margaret Berry joined the bus. When I got off at St Gabriel's church, I was delighted when the three of you alighted as well. It was such a joy to see you and eagerly ask after your families. I do not think you remembered this man accosting you, but how much I remembered you all from those few short meetings attended in that scruffy little hall in Manselton, two years earlier.
“It was mentioned that you were on your way to a Relief Society meeting with a missionary couple living in the next street. When you got there you told the Bronsons of our meeting, with the result that some weeks later they called, and we were in touch with the Church again.
“I believe that like Saul we all have our own Damascus Road, maybe not with a blinding light, etc. Mine was two years earlier. During that time, I knew that the Church was true, and I yearned to be part of it, but lacked the courage. You three lovely ladies were my Ananias, who opened my eyes, changing my life and that of my loved ones. In these past 40 years, we have had some wonderful experiences, often great challenges, but never any regrets.
“I shall be eternally grateful for that wonderful bus ride with its meeting and later friendship and associations.”
Haydn Morgan and his wife Joy were baptised in the Spring of 1962.