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The Story of the Potato

I was eight years old when my brother, John, was born, as the war was nearing its conclusion. In those days, all baby food was produced in the home. By the time the baby was on solid food, there was an acute shortage of potatoes in Liverpool. (Perhaps this was not the case in other area of the country!) My mother had carefully made a stew using part of the meat ration with carrots and onions which had been simmering for a couple of hours. "If only I had a potato to thicken it", my mother thought. She was pensively looking out of the window when a large lorry drove past the house. You can imagine her thoughts! All of a sudden, one very large potato dropped in the road outside our gate. My mother dashed out to pick it up. She looked up and down the road to see if there were any more but this was the only one. No, the lorry was not shedding its load! My mother was a woman of great faith (most were in those days)and we saw this as an answer to her prayers. Needless to say, the stew tasted delicious!

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