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A vivid memory I have of living during the war was in September 1944. I lived with my parents, my sister and my brother on a farm in Lincolnshire and this particular day my mother sent my sister and me to go blackberrying.

We cycled to the same hedgerows where we always went every year and started picking the fruit for my mother to either preserve in special kilner jars, or to make jam.

Suddenly there were planes, lots of them, coming over the hedgerows, very low and what frightened me were the gliders that each plane was pulling behind it. They were even lower than the planes which were pulling them. I was terrified and I insisted my older sister took me straight home. We cycled like mad but we didn鈥檛 get a very good reception because my mother hadn鈥檛 got her blackberries!

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