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I was 11 years old and living in Oatlands, Glasgow, with my family at the outbreak fo the war. We were told we were to be evacuated to Wigtown in Dumfriesshire. We travelled by train and it seemed an endless journey to get there. There was me, my sister, young brother and mum. Parents only accompanied children when there was a child who was too young to travel alone.
When we arrived at Wigtown we were met off the train and told to go to the town hall. Our name was called out and we were told to go to the Postmaster's house. It was a big house - very big compared to the tenement we were living in in Glasgow. No-one else was in the house - just us. (Years later, my husband and I visited it and it was still there.)
But just two weeks into our evacuation, we were all so unhappy, and missing our tenement flat in Glasgow that we decided we wanted to go home. We told the authorities - but they wouldn't take us back to Glasgow, so we packed up our gear and returned to Glasgow by bus. We weren't in Wigtown long enough to meet other people, but were happy to return to Glasgow and lived there quite happily during the rest of the war.

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