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My mother picked her wedding date, 15th September 1940 - the battle of britain day. I wasn't born until 1942. By that time, my Dad had brought mum to Kettering and I was born at the General Hospital. We moved to Rothwell when we were 6 months old. We lived in Browns yard, opposite Coopers garage. It was rented accomodation, Mr Jarvis the baker, offered my mum a freehold cottage. My Dad was in the auxilliary service. We then moved to Kettering Road. There were not many children, but Tony Birk and Derek Goodlif were my friends with whom I played a game collecting car numbers. I was either 3 or 4 years old. Fay Rowlett lived just down the road and she was the only female friend I had. One day I walked to the bottom of Hobbs Hill with my legs crossed. I could see lorries going across Kettering Road and I knew that they were American lorries. I looked up at one of the lorries, looking out of the cab was a black mans face. I thought he looked just like my golly doll. He started to smile with the widest smile I had ever seen in my life. "Hiya honey" he said, and threw somthing out of the cab. It was silver at each side and was rectangle in shape. The man shouted "Go on, go on - pick it up, it's chocolate". I picked it up and ran home to my mothers. My mum asked me who gave it me, she then took the carving knife and cut it up putting a tiny piece of choclate in my mouth. Because I had never tasted choclate before I didn't really enjoy it.

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