- Contributed byÌý
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:Ìý
- Edith Rigby
- Location of story:Ìý
- Stockport
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5955906
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 29 September 2005
This story has been submitted by Margaret Payne of the Lancashire Home Guard on behalf of Mrs Edith Rigby and has been added to the site with her permission.
When war broke out, I was 19 years’ old. My sister, Violet, joined the ATS and the choice of going in a Munitions Factory or going on the trams — I chose the trams. They were horrible, cold, and not very nice to work on as they were open-topped and open at the back where the passengers got on.
One of the worst jobs was when the overhead pulley came off the wire when the tram turned a corner; I had to jump off the tram and put the pulley on again. Imagine doing this in the pitch black (black-out) it used to flash and blind you!
After 12 months they moved us up to the busses which were much more comfortable to work on. I met my then future husband in the Depot — he was due to go on embarkation leave abroad. He was a driver on the busses. He was away until 1945 and he came home in the August and we were married in the November.
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