Stories categorised in 'Childhood and Evacuation'. These stories may contain references to other themes.
To visit my relatives we had to either walk, or go by bus, to the ferry at Woodside, and sail across the...
Some prisoners were recaptured by the Germans and sent to Germany, but many joined the rapidly forming...
The bombing of London started on Saturday September 7th when 967 German and Italian fighters and bombers...
At school we were immediately taught air raid drill, which meant that when the school bell was sounded, we all donned our gas masks and lay down on the floor under our desks...
Mum gave Dad a last minute message, to get Gran and my Uncle George to leave their home in Clapham and use...
I cannot remember how long my brother was at Alltwen, it was several months, but he eventually came to live...
Just past the 鈥淣ick Wood鈥 stood a small cottage next to the church in which Mary Armstrong, a...
At the stroke of a War Office pen three villages Stanford, Tottington and West Tofts to-gether with the...
I was born in 204 Grange Road E13 in the home of my maternal Grandma and Papa, on the 10th March 1934,...
On leaving Bath, Daddy returned to Portsmouth to search for a home, and the rest of us waited in Wales....
Henry handed our money to Jemima, pleased not to be the subject of Tugger's wrath because they had so...
I had heard about Germans from my Teachers at my Council school in Coundon Road, when we children were...
The sausages manufactured at 'Dick Hills' butcher shop and other butcher shops, due to shortages -...
My father, a member of the Economics Faculty of Cambridge University, had recently written a book entitled...
When walking on Riddlesdown, between Purley and Sanderstead, Mum and I saw a lot of army vehicles parked in...
I can clearly recall Aunty Mary and grandma working together on washing-day, but maybe that memory is so...
The boy knelt with his back to his aunt on the wooden bench beside the table, fascinated by the frost...
The Japanese did not speak Dutch and very few spoke English so conversations were mostly in Malay. We...
A Wartime Childhood: 'Normal' life in Countesthorpe, Leicestershire - and London. In the playground...
I heard one nurse say to another "We don't need to bath her she's from the convent". The...
A bowl of water and a blanket were kept in there, so we could hang a wet blanket over the door in...
The early years are hazy; memories of sitting on dad's lap to have a family photo taken and his army...
Roughly a month after Henry and I had arrived at the Hackers' household, I blackened my already...
Aunty Maria, Uncle Frank, Darinko, Lojzo and little Martin were in the house. We were chopping a tree down...
There was an unexploded bomb near the rear entrance to Ewell Court Park... Dad worked in the City of...