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- wxmcommunitystudio
- People in story:Ìý
- Eleanor Gregory
- Location of story:Ìý
- 'Whittington, Shropshire'
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A9021034
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 31 January 2006
My name is Eleanor Gregory, or Nellie, if you prefer. I’m 93, and 94 on the 29th January 2006.
I was in Shropshire, at Whittington, in a little village called Perthy. I was 30 back then. I was doing farm work, anything and everything! I never married.
All the family was doing farm work, mostly. All kinds of farming: sheep, pigs, cows, horses.. Whittington was a small village, but it’s grown now. Two men in our small village (Perthy) never returned. One was in the airforce, and the other in the army. Young boys they were.
My brothers were in the Home Guard. They guarded the churches. They said they could tell some tales! If one of them was sleeping, and one was about to take over, one of them would come up and shout ‘Come on lads, the Germans are coming up the brow!’ Just to frighten them!
There were camps all over Shropshire. There were Americans all around. There was Halston Hall, Park Hall.. There was a school of blind children evacuated to Hardwick Hall. I can’t remember now where they came from.
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