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I was born in 1911 and was 28, married and the mother of three children under five when war broke out. We lived in Heigham Street near the centre of Norwich. My husband Robert, who was in RAMC Territorials, was called up the night before war was declared, and after a spell in Colchester and near Durham, ended up in Liverpool dealing with the wounded coming in by ship.

Managing three young children without him wasn鈥檛 easy. They couldn鈥檛 understand why their father had gone away and kept asking for him. My four-year-old son was little scamp. Once he went and took some cheese sandwiches out of a man鈥檚 car and ate them. A few days later we were walking to the shops and he said 鈥淣o cheese today, Mummy! No cheese today!鈥�

I got very run down and nervous and on my doctor鈥檚 recommendation the local council arranged for us to move into a council house in Foxley Close, West Earlham, further from the city centre. When the bombing started the air raid shelter in the house we鈥檇 moved from got a direct hit, so we were very lucky to have been moved. When the first air-raid warning went my neighbour, Mrs. Tubby, came in to help me with the children. She looked so funny when she appeared at the door wearing her gas-mask 鈥� she thought we had to put them on every time the warning sounded. The children were issued with gas-masks with Felix鈥攖he鈥攃at faces. We used to put them on from time to time and get the children to run about, to get them used to wearing them. There was a gas hood for the baby that covered it almost completely, with just it鈥檚 [his or hers?] little legs poking out. We never needed the masks, thank goodness.

After we moved to West Earlham I got pleurisy. One night the bombing was terrible, but I didn鈥檛 have enough strength to get the children into the bomb shelter. My mother had given us a big wooden kitchen table, and I got that against a wall, put cushions underneath, and took the children under with me to 鈥減lay tents鈥�. I kept them amused by telling them stories about when I was single, working on a gentleman鈥檚 farm. I used to go haymaking in summer. It was nice.

The bombing got worse and David, a young lad who lived next door, helped me to get the children into the shelter at nights. It had proper beds and we used to take in games for the children to play. There was a wall around the entrance with a fire-guard over the top.
One night we were inside and heard an odd 鈥減op 鈥� pop 鈥� pop鈥�. I didn鈥檛 know until next morning that they were incendiary bombs. One landed on the roof of our shelter, one on the roof of the house opposite and one got stuck in the roof of the shed next door. Not one of them went off. When I came out of the shelter next morning I saw that during the night someone had dug up my garden and thrown the earth over them to smother them. I remember coming out early one morning after a night raid and sitting on the wall with my four-year-old son, watching the sun come up. It was beautiful. Even though he was so young at the time, he can still remember it.

One night when we were inside the shelter I heard something rustling around outside.
鈥淲ho鈥檚 there?鈥� I called.
鈥淚t鈥檚 only me 鈥� your husband!鈥� I heard. His arrival was completely unexpected. His commanding officer, who was very understanding and kind, had given him a few day鈥檚 home leave because I was ill.

I didn鈥檛 really feel the food shortages. A friend and I would take our children to the local picture theatre and leave them there while we did our shopping. [Was this later in the war when they were older, or did the friend have older children who looked after the toddlers? What films were showing? Were they free?] I used to buy sixpence worth of beef and stretch it to make a shepherds pie and a pudding for the children. I鈥檇 buy twenty cigarettes for eleven pence ha鈥檖enny and post them to my husband in an envelope for about tuppence.

I鈥檇 never taken sugar in my tea, and when the children started drinking tea they didn鈥檛 like sugar in it, so I was able to give some of my ration to my mother, who was staying with my sister at Sprowston. I鈥檇 cycle over to see them sometimes. I鈥檇 just set off for home on my bicycle from Sprowston one day with other people on the road, when a couple of German aircraft appeared flying low above the road and opened fire on us. Machine-gun bullets flew all around and one little boy was absolutely terrified. I said to him 鈥渄on鈥檛 worry love, lie down.鈥� We lay down and the planes passed over. My mother rushed out of the house crying 鈥淥h my God, they鈥檝e got her!鈥� but she was wrong 鈥� we were alright.

My children loved seeing the barrage balloons going up over Earlham Park. When things got a bit easier we used to take the children to play there.

My husband Bob had very bad arthritis. Both of his elbows became badly affected, and he was given a medical discharge. Just after he came home we both heard a faint, odd noise in the sky. We looked up, and saw what looked like a bomb with wings. Then the noise stopped, and it flew out of sight. We discovered later that it was a doodlebug, and that when the noise stopped that was a sign that it was about to explode. We鈥檇 had another lucky escape.

On V.E. day there was a street party in Foxley Close. My husband and I stood on the rise at the top of Cadge Road in the evening and watched all the lights come on in Norwich. It was a wonderful sight.

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