Stories categorised in 'Childhood and Evacuation'. These stories may contain references to other themes.
Dad went down to the rubbish dump to find old crates and boxes to make wooden seats for the audience to sit...
The Ministry was going to be transferred to Northern Italy, like many other firms as they feared the...
My remembrance of that time is fire watching with my wee stirrup pump on the roof of the wrenery and...
My father was a Prison Officer working at the newly opened Holleslay Bay Borstal Colony. The area was...
At a CORB reunion at York University years later I met the young naval gunner who manned it. At a CORB...
We were all in the confined space of the cellar during yet another air raid; my father, mother, 2 brothers,...
I had heard words such as Chamberlain, peace, war, Hitler, gas, wet blankets, Germans — I knew they...
I took the Kent Scholarship examination and this enabled me to move to Clarendon House School, then...
One morning in 1940 we were with our mother as she fed the animals when we saw a lone aircraft, I think...
As soon as the bombing started, he was sent to keep the telephone exchanges working - to Liverpool,...
On reaching the pathway to the front gate I was amazed to see Army vehicles parked outside our house. The...
In the autumn of 1944, as a boy of nine, I used to go with my 12-year old sister Pat to take...
I lived at Ashton-under-Lyne, and further up the road was Ladysmith Barracks, peace time home of the 9th...
I inherited memorabilia and bits and pieces from those years, including a postcard view of a flying boat...
Many reasons, but nevertheless there was still celebrations in Trowbridge with our dear friend Albert...
During World War Two, unbeknown to us, Gosport was designated a major jumping-off point for troops and...
I learned that evening that a barrage balloon had broken loose from its moorings at Croydon Airport and...
We were based in a town called Margate, some 100 miles south of Durban. We sailed from Durban on a troop...
Mam didn't like the idea of walking on bare soil, so Dad had to make a floor of duck boarding....
All adults look large when you are about two and a half feet tall but when the Canadians arrived, I had...
With my youngest brother I was evacuated to the home of Vicar and Mrs Cromwell-Bush at Chewton Mendip,...
On a Sunday night, the family were sitting in doors, listening to our old farmer friend Fred Bennett,...
The cup and top set were undamaged so I quickly scoped up all the remains, put them into the cup, added...
My father was an engineer in the Merchant Navy during the war — I often feel that the Merchant Navy...
My father was a chaplin to German POW's in Norton, Stockton-on-Tees... Some letters were opened in...
Monday night was Sale time, when my Uncle, Jim Yarnold would auction the produce in aid of property funds....
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