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Everyone was limited to the number of clothing coupons per ration period
and it was a case of making what clothes one had last as long as possible. Being the youngest of three boys, I was always last in line for that which my elder brothers outgrew.
Being in the church choir, turning up each Sunday in blue serge suits was a must as far as my parents were concerned. If there was a new suit in the offing, my eldest brother was the only one measured, usually by a Jewish tailor in Stratford. Suits too small were then passed down the line.
Added to the suit was the white shirt on which was attached a high stiff white collar (as Eton College) with a black bow tie. Walking to and from church one had to be alert in case you were confronted by the ‘home’ boys who delighted in taking the mickey out of you.
You were considered undressed if you did not carry your gas mask with you, usually in the original cardboard box with a home-made waterproof covering. Obviously, the box came in handy to carry other necessary items beside the gas mask. I was pleased when the threat of being gassed passed and the ugly thing handed in. I often wonder if there is a special dump somewhere where these have been stored away for future generations to ponder over as to what they are.

Ian Dellow

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