- Contributed by听
- Plymouth Communities Befriending Consortium
- Location of story:听
- Plymouth, Devon
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A3502018
- Contributed on:听
- 10 January 2005
I lived at Efford when I was a child. There was a camp of 17 bungalows for men and their families. The men all had TB after the first war. It was all finished before the second war and then council houses were built there. My dad died when I was 14, so we were told to leave and we were given a council house on Swilly. At 20 I was married and after two weeks my husband was called up and didn鈥檛 come home until 1945. I used to go dancing at the Embassy ball room but was always with my husbands sister. So my mother was quite happy about that. My husband was a Desert Rat fighting against the Germans, and then was sent to Italy, but had a terrible time. I worked in the dockyard in the electrical shop during the war. I had to wear trousers because the overalls had trousers, but when my husband came home and saw me in trousers he was amazed and said he hated it. I have never worn them again. My two brothers were in the forces and my sister Jean was in the wrens.
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