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I was fourteen and a half years old and had been at work for a few months when the evacuation of Dunkirk took place. A week later it was our turn to leave our home in Guernsey and go to England. My father phoned me at work and told me to go home at once - I wondered what was happening. We were allowed to take what we could carry, which amounted to one case each and a pillow case for my father. We locked the door, put the key on the windowsill and set off to register at the Parish Hall. We then went to the harbour where there were crowds of people waiting to board ships. We travelled on The Antwerp and arrived in Weymouth early evening - we had to spend the night sleeping on deck as there was no room for anymore people in the town. We were put on a train the next morning, and after 14 hours we arrived in Bradford at 1am. We had a meal in Eastbrook Hall and slept there. Next day we went in buses and were billeted out. Quite a contrast to see the city with mills and factories. Bradford was my home for the next six years.

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