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I was nine when the war started. I went to Hemdean Road Junior School. When the evacuees came we went to a church hall in the morning and to the school in the afternoon so that there was room for everyone.
My mother鈥檚 sister and her family came to live with us; they moved out of London. One son went into the Navy. When he wrote home he used the first letter of each alternate line to tell us where he was. This was his way of beating the censor. The other son worked in the munitions factory in Kentwell Hill. Dad was in the ARP on light rescue. One day he managed to get an incendiary bomb out of the roof. Buckets of sand were everywhere for the purpose of putting out incendaries. One incendiary dropped outside our house and a woman passing by was injured. My mother brought her in and looked after her.
I went to E.P.Collier Central School when I was eleven. Crossing Caversham Bridge one day a German plane came up the river firing a machine gun. We ran to the shelter in Church Street. Men from the garage opposite were there one with blood streaming down his face. He had banged his head on a vice trying to get under a work bench for cover.

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