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My father grew what he could; we did have quite a bit of land, and he certainly grew a lot of onions, which he gathered. The problem was, towards the end of the war, you had to gather them very quick, and gather them before time, otherwise the Germans gathered them as well. And one day my father gathered all these onions, and we stored them in the attic, but I’m afraid the next day the Germans knew we’d gathered them, and they made a spot inspection, and my mother and us waited at the bottom of the stairs, and we saw the Germans coming down the stairs with their pockets bulging, and I’m afraid we knew that our onions, or most of them, had gone. But there was nothing we could do; my mother would have been there with two young children, and you just had to put up with it. In fairness to the Germans, they were also getting hungry.
MARGARET LE CRAS

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