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The Unexpected Journey Into The Unknown

In early August 1944 my mother Ellen my brother and I visited my Aunt Mary and Uncle George in High...

Three Homes 16 Children!

When I looked out the window at night I could see my home, London, being bombed, it was quite...

Memories from Kent and evacuation to Cumbria

I was born December 1939 but have vivid memories in 1944 where I was living in Welling, Kent and when...

Learning about the stars from a billeted soldier

Each evening the soldiers made a particular fuss of my sister Anne and I. They made us toys from bits of...

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School days at Romsey School and the Central School

We knew they were German bombers because they made a different sound. I was at Romsey School, then Central...

The Dodds Family's Great Escape

We, the Dodds family, that is mother, father and six children, including me are sitting in the kitchen of...

The Blitz in Leicester

When the air raids on Coventry and Birmingham were in full swing, our area seemed to be in direct flight...

When Polruan School Was Bombed

Up to 1941 our little Cornish village of Polruan had two schools, the girls school, which is now the main...

out of the dark into the light pt 2

One night during the early part of the war an enemy plane dropped lots of incendiary bombs, and one went...

I jumped a five-barred gate without touching it

A funny story that I recall happened on the farm in Pant Glas: We'd go down to collect the eggs and...

My Grandad - Scotland

My Grandad was living in Bournemouth and he was on an outing to the beach when the Germans 'Terror...

Doris's War Memories

In those days everyone went to bed with curlers in their hair, flat metal ones, I think they were called...

The War From the Country

The Belfast Telegraph building in Belfast was full of bullet holes from the planes and some other big bank...

Time to Evacuate

The reason in our area, Great Barr, Birmingham, was the risk from typhoid. Our destination was Nottingham...

Hitler's Bodyguardicon for Story with photo

My father was a member of the Youth Hostel Association, and then in the 1930’s, he developed a pen...

Evacuation

As we lived only a mile or so from the ICI plant and even nearer to the Newport Bridge -which was one...

Sylvia

I was born on the 6th of April 1945 in the Firvale area of Sheffield, the youngest daughter of William and...

Weddings and Welliesicon for Story with photo

Mother took us to Uncle Clarence's wedding, we were dressed very smart with the exception of our young...

An Embarassing Injury, and an Embarassing Mistake

His name was Norman Garlinge -- a little younger than me, a good cricketer. There was another memorable...

RAF Wireless Operator Air Gunner Egypt (6) - Remembranceicon for Story with photo

How often have we heard small girls and boys, reluctant, though obedient bid "Good night"; consign...

A bucket of steam

He called our smallest land girl and said, “I want you to go to the farm house and get me a bucket...

Frank Ashley — 'Trip' to the Morrison Shelter!

. I had gone out of the front door, leaving it open, and round the side of the house to start feeding...

War Memories Pt1

That man was on point duty in Redhill when a German plane flew down the main street and fired at the...

Letters Homeicon for Story with photo

My brother Ronald Sydney Rhodes served in North Africa with the RAF during the 2nd World War. My brother...

Joan Couch's Story

My recollection of food shortages before rationing was my mother, my sister and myself getting up early on...

Pipelines under the sea

My father was a bus driver with the South Wales Bus Company, No 42. We lived very close to the Llandarcy...

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