- Contributed by听
- michaeldg
- People in story:听
- Anne Gerrard
- Location of story:听
- Boreham Wood/Los Angeles
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A2639810
- Contributed on:听
- 16 May 2004
During the war I was evacuated to Boreham Wood and on my way to school in the mornings I used to wave to the Italian Prisoners of War going to work in the village.
About 35 years later my wife, Anne, and I were having dinner in a restuarant in Los Angeles, called Chasens. During the meal the head waiter, a tall distinguished Italian American came over to enquire about our meal, which we said was excellent. On hearing that we were English he explained that he had been a prisoner of war in England at a place called Boreham Wood.
When I told him of my waving at him all those years before he sat down and stared at me in amzement. At this the proprietor came over to the table and asked if all was well. He rose to his full dignified height and said "Certainly, Madam. This gentleman and I are old friends"
Michael Gerrard
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