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Connie Dixon, nee Jones

Army

Another thing that was at Chepstow, was in Oak Grove, do you know where Oak Grove is? You know you go from here to the Swiss Lodge, well up there is Oak Grove. Well that field in front, there were aeroplanes stored under the trees. Now I couldn鈥檛 tell you what they were there for. But a hole was hit in the wall of the Racecourse, and they used to be taken across. Now I don鈥檛 know whether it was to repair them or what. When there soldiers there, there was always a guard there as well. Because I remember walking home one night, and a boy I was going with then in Chepstow, who comes to see me again now! Walking home with me late, it was late, I had come home on the train. When we got past the Racecourse, past the sentries and all, I said to him, now you go back, you got to walk, I鈥檒l be OK I didn鈥檛 know about this sentry. and it was a black one. No he never said a word to me, but I don鈥檛 know whether he was more frightened of me, whether he thought it was an Officer.

Home Life
By this time we had got evacuees here. They came from London, the East End. We had a lovely little boy, he was only seven and he never cried the whole time he was here. His name was Bobby Lawrence, his parents had a fish and chip shop in the East End of London. If this siren went off, Mother and I used to get up and bring him downstairs. Mother had er I don鈥檛 know whether it was a mattress or a cushion, or what, under the stair. Bobby would be wrapped up asleep. My Father wouldn鈥檛 get out of bed, he said 鈥渘o it wasn鈥檛 worth bothering鈥�.

My Mother used to do very well, because she used the Maypole from Newport, used to come around with a van. Very often there was people didn鈥檛 want their full lot, and because she used to give them a cup of tea and something, she did all right. We all had our ways! Of course we had our own garden, so we had our own vegetables, there was no worry about.

We had our own chickens, and my Grandfather who lived at The Forge House, his son had a pig. Which was killed, once a year they had a pig killed. Of course in those days there were no freezers. I mean they did the bacon which could be, of course the other bits they had to get rid of because it wouldn鈥檛 keep. I used to have the pig鈥檚 bladder for a football.

Sometimes we were invited down on a Sunday evening to the NAFFI. We used to have a drink, and dance or something.

6th June I was in the ATS, I was demobbed on the 29th, I was married you see, get out. But VJ day, yes my Husband was on leave, and we woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a noise! It sounded as though saucepans were being banging and shouting. We didn鈥檛 know what on earth was on until the next morning, and it was VJ day, and it was the Racecourse, celebrating. We thought what in earth was going on!

Personal Events
I went out with a London Scottie for a long time. Coming, walking home one night, in the dark, the siren went off. I could tell that he was scared stiff. I was too, but I didn鈥檛 show it! He was about twenty six or somat like that. Then well a bomb went off. It was the time that one went into the mud by Chepstow Castle, and he threw himself on the ground, he didn鈥檛 bother about me, he was down on floor, I thought Oh gosh!

The Town

I could tell you one thing that used to happen when I was in Beards. If there was an air raid siren went off for, or you know. A few of us around there, used to shut shop, and go across to Mr Hall, the Grocer opposite, and go down into his cellar. I Believe it was above Lipton鈥檚, I think Lipton鈥檚 was there as well. But the man鈥檚 name was Hall, and he had a cellar. We had a cellar at Beards, but it was full, so we couldn鈥檛 get there. What used to happen was when the all clear went off we didn鈥檛 like it because we had to go back to work!

I went into town everyday when I was working. Yes on a Sunday afternoon, we used to walk in and go down Bridge Street. Because the shop down there was open. This was the first Sunday in the month, with our new ration books, to get sweets.

Travel

When I was in the ATS the last six months, I was transferred to the Pay Corp at Kidderminster because there wasn鈥檛 so many air raids, and a lot of the Batteries were closing. Of course then I was able to come home on a Saturday afternoon, and go back on a Sunday. That was when I was a naughty girl! If I came on the train I bought a return ticket to Worcester. Because I knew the Ticket Collectors in Chepstow.

I used to have to walk in on a Sunday, I remember this ever so well. About four o鈥檆lock I think to get the train. The Germans would be going out on a march with soldiers and corporals and sergeants. I always used to be escorted by a sergeant past them. I used to be so pleased, I used to think I鈥檓 free, and your a prisoner. They were usually singing!

Yes, because I was coming home from Kidderminster, and I was deciding I was going to hitch hike, because I did sometimes. This ambulance stopped, and said they were going to Chepstow. That was really thrilling that was, I was bringing a friend with me, there was two of us. We were allowed to sit in the front because in the back there was Prisoners of War who were being taken to the Plastic Hospital. Germans I think they were. We never saw them, that鈥檚 what they told us who was there. They said鈥漺ould I tell them the way鈥�. But what did I do? I didn鈥檛 send them up through Chepstow to the Plastic Hospital. I made them come down to roundabout, so we didn鈥檛 have so far to walk!

Work in Wartime

When I was working in Beards, there was a fellow came in the shop. Most peculiar, and he spoke, didn鈥檛 speak proper english, and he was asking me all sort of questions. I remember that very well. When he went out, I rang the police, but they got him in, but he wasn鈥檛 a spy or anything, I鈥檝e forgotten what he was. And they said I wasn鈥檛 the only that had rung in about it.

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