- Contributed by听
- annahi
- People in story:听
- Elizabeth M
- Location of story:听
- Leicestershire
- Background to story:听
- Civilian Force
- Article ID:听
- A7983525
- Contributed on:听
- 22 December 2005
On my first day in the Land Army, we were billeted at a rectory, and I was asked to go and fetch some potatoes from the garden. I was given a fork. The only fork I knew was the one we ate with; this one was a monster!
Anyway, I wandered up and down looking for potatoes, but there was not one in sight. Then the warden came to me and said, 鈥淥h, I鈥檓 sorry, I forgot to tell you which ones to get.鈥 She took the fork, and said, 鈥淭his row鈥, and duly dug a few potatoes up. I was very surprised and delighted too, and I knew then that I would have my own garden one day. I valued her tact and diplomacy, as she saved me from the embarrassment of admitting that I didn鈥檛 know where potatoes grew! I thanked her and asked her how many I should dig up. 鈥淓nough for 30 hungry girls!鈥 she said.
When I got home I said, 鈥淢um, Dad, why didn鈥檛 you tell me that potatoes grew underground? We always got ours round the corner at Johnny Blackwell鈥檚 shop.鈥 They certainly had a good laugh!
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