- Contributed by听
- disabledBobCarter
- People in story:听
- myself
- Location of story:听
- Blackheath, w. Midlands
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4348415
- Contributed on:听
- 04 July 2005
As a 7 year old boy in 1939, during the war I greatly missed Shredded Wheat, chocolate and fizzy drinks.I coped with the last two by buying the occasional bar of ExLax chocolate and for a fizzy drink I had Andrews Liver Salts. At least from a health standpoint, I espect that they were better than the real things!
The school collected waste paper, and one week my Mother discovered that our ration books were missing. She thought they must have got in the waste paper I'd taken to school and so went to see the Headmaster. He then detailed me and another lad to search through the pile of paper at the school, but despite searching furiously we didn't find the books. I don't know how Mom obtained replacements.
Although my family were poor and we lived in a terrace house in the Black Country, it never occurred to us that we were what today would be called deprived. Despite all of the hardships of the war I had a happy childhood.
A lasting memory of the war was Mr Churchill's broadcasts. Although only a boy, I was certainly inspired by his oratory, and after El Alemain and Stalingrad eagerly studied the maps in the papers showing the progress of the allied troops.
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