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When I was 10 years old, I went on holiday with my Aunt Ivy, which was special because we didn't have holidays during the war. She took me to her family, Mrs Tyerman at Lythe nr Whitby.
It was in a tied cottage on an estate. The cottage consisted of 2 bedrooms upstairs, with windows at floor level. It was very old fashioned. For my days out we went to visit Aunt Ivy's brothers, who owned farms. We were immediately offered a meal on big farmhouse table. On the table were various foods and I was told to sit down. I was sitting there for a while when Aunt Ivy's Brothers asked did I not like bacon. I said that I loved it! And I still sat. Ivy's brothers said did I not want to eat it. And I said yes, are you going to share it out? When told it was all mine, I immediatley tucked in to my hearts content. On rationing I was only allowed 2oz a week, but that one plateful was about a month's rationing.
Every time I look at bacon now I think of that plate of bacon.
Disclaimer: story added by Angela Stobbart at Murton Library on behalf of Jenny Wallace

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