- Contributed by听
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:听
- Patricia Boggis (Cole)
- Location of story:听
- Harleston, Norfolk
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4605608
- Contributed on:听
- 29 July 2005
This story has been submitted to the People鈥檚 War website by Peter Quinn of the Lancs Home Guard, on behalf of Patricia Boggis and has been added to the site with her permission鈥
In 1943, I was at boarding school in Harleston, Norfolk; when Norwich was being bombed my three friends and I would always huddle together under the piano.
The day the war ended, the weather was boiling hot and we set off to walk six miles home from the station. We were loaded down with satchels, blazers etc鈥hen we got home, my mother exclaimed, 鈥淲hat are you doing here?鈥 I said, 鈥淭he war is over!鈥 She didn鈥檛 seem a bit pleased.
Staying with my mum and dad, was a private detective and when Norwich was bombed, he ran through the farmyard, past the cowshed and got his shoes and trousers coated in liquid manure. When we said, 鈥淥h dear!鈥 He said, 鈥漀ever mind I鈥檒l take it home and put it on my cucumbers鈥.
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