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      My grandfather, 
James Dunlop Vallance, was born in Hamilton
      Scotland on May 28, 1903 to parents Grace Dunlop and James Kerr Vallance.  His
      father was a coal-mine manager and the younger brother of Nance Lauder.
      Nance and Harry Lauder were living in Tooting (England) in 1903, and it's
      unlikely they met their new nephew at that time.
      
That same year (1903) James Kerr Vallance emigrated to Springhill, Nova
      Scotia where he'd been hired to manage a coal-mine at a substantially higher
      salary than he was earning in Scotland. His wife and two children followed
      in 1904.  The family continued moving west, first to Kindersley Saskatchewan
      in 1910, then  to Drumheller Alberta in 1921.  James Kerr Vallance retired in 1935,
      later settling in British Columbia.  I don't believe he ever returned
      to Scotland.
      
My grandfather (James Dunlop Vallance) grew up on the Canadian prairies, eventually
      pursuing his interest in 
art and photography, professionally.  He married Elizabeth Black on Christmas Day 1925, and had three children.  With
      the outbreak of war in Europe he was called to service and remained in
      England and France until the war ended in 1945.
      
In the autumn of 1944, while "on leave" in England, my grandfather
      travelled to Scotland and visited his Uncle Harry at Lauder Ha' in Strathaven.  Aunt
      Nance had passed away in 1927 and Harry, now 74, was being cared for by
      his niece, Greta.  
      
There are several 
photos of Sir Harry and my grandfather together at the estate, and my grandfather
      also received a 
letter from
      Sir Harry, although I'm not sure if the letter was written before or after
      my grandfather's visit to Strathaven.  T
      
      he letter refers to a Squadron
      Leader Ian Mackay, likely my grandfather's superior officer ... and a Scot,
      no doubt.  Upon learning of the connection to Sir Harry, I'm guessing that Mackay
      pressured my grandfather to try and arrange a performance for the troops,
      something Harry had done willingly, and often, during the First War --
      but by 1944 his health was failing and performances were extremely rare.
      
Harry sends a note to my grandfather, explaining that "my health does
    not yet allow me to make long journeys".