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- fancytwinsinwar
- People in story:听
- Shirley Coppolo Nee Richards
- Location of story:听
- A village Called Newick In Sussex
- Article ID:听
- A1951508
- Contributed on:听
- 02 November 2003
Iam going back to 1940, my twin sister Rita and I are four years old. We have been evacuated to a little village called Newick in sussex. I think we went there because we had relitives already living there. Mum rented a cottage called spring cottage for 7/6 a week,it was to be the start of the best years of my young life. I cant remember too much of the first year there but i do remember starting school. The cottage where we lived was down a lane called the twiten i think that is a name for a lane in sussex, There was a village green which had a water pump and we had to get our water from it. There were two pubs in the village one called the bull the other was the oak. as well as a blacksmith bakers and a butchers. I remember the milkman coming to the cottage with our milk, he would ladle it into a jug. There wasnt many cars but plenty of army lorrys mostly canadions, although there were lots of soldies around we were not frightened,we used to sing to them on the green for there maple leaf badges.We are now about seven years old and we would go to a plece called piltdown and swim in the pit imagine doing that today, On our way home we used to go to a house which sold spong cake with either red iceing or blue on top and real lemenade. I cant remember any adults being with us , we would walk for miles you could play in the fields and no one stopped you . My mum worked in an egg factory testing eggs, we would sometimes go and watch her.One christmas my mum gave a canadion soldier a christmas dinner and for years after we would recieve parcels from his mum in canada. There would be chocolate,cheese,teabags,and one year my sister had beutifull rubber dolls and moccisan slippers coverd in beads.I do remember the doodlebugs coming over and we would watch them and wait for the it to stop, i cant remember being frightend i supposed being kids we didnt worry. One night a doodlebug came down near our home and the front room ceiling fell in .I still go back to the village every year to see the friends we made during the war and just walk and remember the happy times we had. I supose we were lucky having such good memories of the war when so many other children had a bad time being away from ther mums and dads.
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