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Schooldays in WW2
Duncan, born 16th March 1935 at Ilford, retired to Lincolnshire:

I was three years old when my family moved to Chelsfield in Kent in 1938. I had one brother who was two and a half years older than me. My earliest recollection was the Battle of Britain in the summer and autumn of 1940. Chelsfield was only a few miles from Biggin Hill which was a fighter defence air station guarding London. I can remember taking shelter in an under-stairs cupboard with my mother and brother and the door rattling with the constant screams and wails of aircraft shooting at each other in the skies above. Being only five, this meant nothing to me as at that age it was pure entertainment; fear had not entered into it. It was at this time I also started my primary school education at Warren Road School, Orpington. We had to walk just over a mile to school each way. In those days it was quite safe for young children to walk to school as a) there was hardly any traffic and b) it was a completely different world.

Time spent at primary school was interrupted by air-raid warnings. The planners had had the foresight to build several underground shelters. We all had to use our sweet ration coupons to take bars of chocolate down the shelters. To us, doing school-work in the shelters, having mock air-raids, as well as real ones, and going down the shelters, was fun, something different from the usual routine. Most of the children showed no signs of any effects from the war and it was like an adventure game. Perhaps today鈥檚 computer games are the nearest thing to it, but in our day it was real.

At night there were many bomber raids and I was constantly kept awake with air raid sirens and the bangs of aircraft guns. I can still remember the drone of the German bombers with their unsynchronised engines, 鈥渨om, wom, wom鈥�. As a young boy it was exciting to look up and see them having dogfights. I remember my father taking me to some high ground and holding me up to see London burning in the distance, a sight I shall always remember, this big orange glow in the sky. Of course, I didn鈥檛 realise how much death and destruction it meant.

We lived near the railway line and some guns used to go up and down the line in mobile artillery units. I remember standing on Chelsfield Station when a train came through full of wounded servicemen; they looked a very sorry lot with bandages everywhere. We waved at them as they went through towards London. They were probably survivors of the Dunkirk evacuation.

Sometimes, later in the war, we had to pass through a wooded area along the main road to school and we were told not to go into the woods because German paratroopers might have landed there. Looking back now, I think these were scare tactics because Orpington Hospital was nearby with patients from the armed forces in bright blue uniforms, white shirts and red ties and the 鈥榳alking wounded鈥� were able to go courting in the woods with their nurses.

At Chelsfield they built an ARP shelter on open ground in one of the housing estates. It was an adventure for us to go down there by an access ladder. We鈥檇 go down and see the wardens in their tin hats. We didn鈥檛 really understand what they were there for. They would go round at night making sure nobody had a light showing anywhere.

My father was in a 鈥渞eserved occupation鈥� during the war as an engineer. He never told me exactly what he did but I gather he was working on heating and air-conditioning for 鈥榮hadow factories鈥� throughout the United Kingdom which were built to disperse production facilities to prevent them being wiped out by enemy bombing.

Just after the Blitz my mother became very worried about my brother and me so my father decided to evacuate us to mid-Wales. I can remember going there and there was a girl with the name Mefanwy. It was the only time in my life I tried to ride on horseback. It was a primitive farm with a two-seater loo over the edge of the hillside and when you looked down, it was like a giant precipice. Needless to say, I didn鈥檛 spend too much time in there. This part of Wales had seen very little enemy action from the skies and they didn鈥檛 seem to want to observe the blackout code. This unnerved my mother and after two or three weeks she brought us back to the south-east, back to the bombing.

My father then decided to evacuate us to Chesham in Buckinghamshire. We had only been there a few weeks when a string of bombs dropped in our street and blew out all the windows. It completely demolished the house opposite. My father went out to see if anyone had survived and found that the old ladies who lived there had been killed. It was the closest we came to a bomb. The strange thing is I can鈥檛 remember the bang, but I can remember all the broken glass in the sitting-room.

I always remember the time they brought the barrage balloon to stand by the railway station. It was manned by the Women鈥檚 Auxiliary Air Force and we scruffy little urchins would watch them gas the balloon up before letting it up on its wire to float in the sky and try to attract enemy aircraft to bring them down. Occasionally there would be a loose rogue barrage balloon which had broken away from its moorings. I don鈥檛 know what the staff who ran these operations thought of all these little kids standing watching, amazed. It was when I was at this barrage balloon site I saw another one, about a couple of miles away, and a V1 bomb called a 鈥淒oodle Bug鈥� fly into one of the cables and explode. The amazing thing was that it didn鈥檛 destroy the cable but it definitely destroyed the Doodle Bug!

As the war progressed the bombing raids became less and life carried on as normal. My mother would get distressed when the steam trains caused fires in the stubble fields after the harvest. She thought it would attract enemy action. My schoolfriends and I were fascinated by fire and were always playing in the woods opposite our house, lighting bonfires to cook things like crab apples with sugar stolen from the larder. My mother was terrified we would attract Germans and she was always chasing us.

In our house at Warren Road in Chelsfield my father had a Morrison shelter built in the dining-room. It was a large table top with steel legs and mesh round the sides which would support the roof if it caved in from a bomb. My brother and I slept in it at night. We were evacuated to other houses with Anderson shelters in the gardens. Every time I smell dampness it reminds me of sleeping down in the garden shelter. If we were in our normal bedroom at night and there was an air-raid we had to go to the outside shelter. We had many a sleepless night in them.

We would collect shrapnel in the mornings on the way to Warren Road School. This was forbidden by the Headmaster. Outside his study was a big steel bin and we had to put shrapnel into it. If we were caught with shrapnel in our pockets we were caned. The smell of sulphur on the casings of these shells is something I shall never forget; it must have been imprinted. Shrapnel was great to collect. As it was banned in the mornings we collected it after school on the way home and shared it with friends.

Normal life for children carried on. We had a local Cub pack and Akela taught us how to use a telephone box; this was the old two pennies in the slot with Button A and Button B. We spent all our time calling Akela. I don鈥檛 think she taught anyone else how to use the telephone after that.

Once, when I was crossing a field, I was strafed by a German fighter and had to leap into the hedge. It wasn鈥檛 unnerving; in fact, it was rather exciting. There was nothing you could do about it. I didn鈥檛 dare tell my mother.

My father鈥檚 offices were evacuated to a place called Bolney Court in south Sussex. My brother and I went to stay there for a short while in a large country house which he must have rented. We enjoyed ourselves in the formal gardens. There was a lovely pond with a bridge over it and a large ornamental frog which we managed to push into the pond. Whether or not my father had to pay for it I never knew.

It seems strange now that nearly all the men we saw in those days were in uniform, Army, Navy or Air Force. It was rare to see a man in normal civilian clothes. I used to get severe thrashings for tearing my clothes climbing trees because clothes were on ration. When we went to buy clothes the shop owner would quite often ask my mother if she wanted to buy extra coupons, money would change hands, and I would have an extra pair of trousers. Boys up to the age of 13 or 14 wore short trousers in those days.

With my father working in Sussex we only saw him some weekends. When he did come home, one of my jobs was on Sunday morning to take a holdall and knock at the local grocer鈥檚 shop. The grocer was a very vain man with a bright ginger wig. He would usher me through the back door and fill up the holdall with various goodies, always giving me a couple of biscuits. In my naivety I didn鈥檛 realise I was a black market runner. My grandmother lived nearby, as did my father鈥檚 brother and sisters. My brother and I have vivid memories of many parties held at our house and others. I suppose this was natural for the adults because they didn鈥檛 know if they would be there the next day. Beer and cigarettes seemed to be always available.

In 1944 my father decided to evacuate us to Wales once again, my mother, my brother and me together with a cousin and my mother鈥檚 sister, and we were sent to Llandudno. It was a beautiful area, virtually untouched by bombing despite its proximity to Liverpool. The locals had only had a couple of strings of bombs and couldn鈥檛 understand why we Londoners wanted to come and invade their town. They did not give us the best of receptions. At our house the woman used to keep a big cauldron of soup, throwing all the leftovers into it, and it often went off the boil. From time to time maggots would appear - but we survived.

In North Wales we met Americans for the first time. Tanks arrived near the school there and Americans were very free with their gum. They always wanted to know if we had sisters at home. Of course, being so young we didn鈥檛 realise what they were getting at. We did get some gum and sweets, though. We actually got into one of the tanks but didn鈥檛 know how to start it, luckily.

We used to annoy the old man on the pier at the penny arcade. There was a type of shooting machine that issued film showing where your shots went. We used the film to unlock the pinball machine so that we could have lots of free plays. The elderly gent would chase us out with his money bag and keys jangling. How he hated those London brats! I have fond memories of Llandudno because we could swim there and it was a change to live by the seaside. During the war we didn鈥檛 go to the south coast.

Another special memory is the D-Day invasion. The whole sky was full of airplanes and gliders going to France. They all had black and white stripes. From that day to this I have never seen so many planes fly over for so long.

We came back to Kent early in 1945 and I went back to Warren Road School. It鈥檚 amazing to think that of all of those children who went through the war, I can鈥檛 remember anyone in my class of at least thirty not being able to read or write. Our teachers had taught us the 鈥�3R鈥檚鈥� despite the adverse conditions. We were privileged to go to that school which was brand new in 1938.

Afterthoughts: our primary school days were before the Welfare State but we were well looked after with regular visits at school from the 鈥淣it Nurse鈥� looking for fleas and another nurse who came round to make sure we weren鈥檛 pigeon-toed or knock-kneed, who made us turn our feet outwards; we were also tested for deafness and had basic eyesight tests. We were also punished for minor misdemeanors. One of mine was that I walked about with my hands in the pockets of my short trousers. I was warned but continued to do it so the teacher sewed up my pockets with vivid bright red wool and I had to put up with it all day.

My school report in 1942 under Physical Education said although I was good, I was a little hampered because I didn鈥檛 have the proper soft footwear; obviously Mother hadn鈥檛 been able to buy any on the black market; and for Rhythmic Work, I was unable to join in with the dancing because I didn鈥檛 have any plimsoles. And I鈥檓 still a poor dancer. Nowhere in my school reports are comments as to how any of the children were affected by the war. It seems funny that we could go through five or six years鈥� education in sometimes fairly horrendous conditions and it not showing up in unruly behaviour at school or outside, or even worse things needing medical or mental attention. I would like to thank all the teachers who dedicated their lives to teaching us under the most arduous conditions in war time with fairly large classes. I wish I could thank all of them.

I forgot to mention that we also found, in the woods, a lot of aluminium foil backed with black paper, called 鈥渃haff鈥�, I think. The bombers used to drop it to foil radar. It was ideal for making Christmas decorations at school and at home. We had to make our own in those days because there were none to buy. There were also fewer and fewer toys as the war went on and we made bows and arrows, old spinning tops were found, also marbles and fivestones; in season there were conkers. We played soldiers in the woods. I can鈥檛 remember ever being bored and we generally amused ourselves with simple board games such as Monopoly, Snakes and Ladders etc.

We always seemed to have enough basic foodstuffs although rations were very tight and mothers had to be very clever in how they prepared the food. For instance, liquid paraffin was used to make cakes as cooking fats were not available, and cakes were made from vegetables and various other concoctions. Funnily enough, towards the end of the war some Italian prisoners of war were sent to pick potatoes in the fields and, believe it or not, they had oil to cook chips and every day they had chips for lunch. When I was off school I would go and see them at lunchtime and they would offer me some. We couldn鈥檛 have chips because we couldn鈥檛 get the fat. My mother didn鈥檛 like me mixing with Italian prisoners but they loved children 鈥� and I loved chips.

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