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I was in the WAAF stationed in Wiltshire whilst my fianc茅 was serving in the RAF in India. Later to be posted to Burma to join 鈥淭he Chindits鈥� in the jungle as a wireless operator where the only means of transport was either by helicopter or mule, he presumed for a 2-3 year duty. Imagine my surprise when I received a telegram telling me he had been extremely lucky to win a mid-tour special leave in a 鈥渄raw鈥�. He would be flown out from Burma to India and then on to England- back home in about 3 weeks. Followed by four weeks leave during which time he wanted to get married!

At home we all went into a spin! I wanted a proper white wedding but clothes were all rationed on coupons and those were scarce. So the family put their heads together.

My mother made my two bridesmaids dresses and aunt who was a milliner made their father head bands. What about the brides dress?? One of my smart thinking WAAF friends suggested I write to London HQ requesting the possibility of wearing one of Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt wedding dresses which she had specially made and donated for the use of the girls in the services. I believe originally that numbered 10 (dresses) what a wonderful idea and greatly appreciated. Mine arrived beautifully packed, fitted perfectly, was of ivory brocade with a yard long train and caused quite a buzz. When I tried it on in a dress rehearsal in the RAF hut I carried a bouquet of pale cream roses. Of course the dress had to be returned afterwards! The reception was very nicely done everyone said they had a wonderful day as we did!

Jim and I travelled by train to Torquay (not many cars about in those days) on our honeymoon but as often happens in wartime there were several delays. So we finally arrived at the hotel in Torquay after 11 pm, tired, hungry and thirsty. Only to find the main entrance door locked and not a soul in sight! After an anxious wait a small dressing gowned woolly hatted chappy appeared at the door and beckoned us inside and straight up to our twin bedded room. No mention of any refreshment or even a welcome cup of 鈥渃har鈥�. So it was 鈥榞ood night to you鈥� and good night to him!

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