- Contributed by听
- newcastlecsv
- People in story:听
- Mr Neil Bulmer, Mr & Mrs W. Hosie, Mr & Mrs E Short
- Location of story:听
- Glanton, Nr Alnwick, Northumberland
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4868003
- Contributed on:听
- 08 August 2005
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I was five years old when WWII started, so my sister, who was eight, and I, along with about fifty other children, were evacuated from Wallsend, where we lived half a mile from the Shipyards, to a little village called Glanton in the heart of Northumberland.
We were billeted near a big house on the outskirts of the village which was owned by a Major Huston Boswell that had been commandeered by the Army. I was with Mr & Mrs Hosie who also had four daughters and a son. He was a chauffer/groom for the Major, and my sister with the gardeners family, Mr & Mrs Short.
It was a bit of a culture shock at first, from town to country, but we had fun, potato picking, helping with the harvesting, blackberry picking etc.
I often got rides in a Bren-Gun carrier or Army trucks when the soldiers took them out on the roads. I remember one day while playing in a field, a twin engine plane flew over and we all waved like mad. We found out later it was a German that had lost its way! We used to get rough winters, one time being cut-off from school, for a week, which was only half a mile down the road! Food was pretty basic, Scotch Porridge (with Salt, not Sugar!!) Home made girdle scones, and everything cooked on a wood fire, we also got Dried Egg in tins, which made lovely Scrambled Egg and Drinking Chocolate from the States and I still have some of the toys we were sent. Sometimes the soldiers put concerts on in the village hall, and the odd dance. As a special treat, we went to the pictures in Alnwick. Sweets and ice cream were rare, so we made do with Victory V Lozengers! We used to get home now and again, but most nights were spent in the shelter, because of air-raids.
We were lucky to have two good families to stay with, as some evacuees had terrible times. And we still went to visit them well after the war was over.
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