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My Dad was called up for the R.A.F in 1940, aged 25 Years , and served in Libya and Egypt ( I have his diaries still ). My memories of him are very vague because I was only 4 Years old when he went away but I remember distinctly the things he used to send us.

A Pomegranite arrived . We didn't know what to do with it , so we took it out into the street to show everyone. We were amazed at this fruit , although today we see them regularly.

One Christmas our Dad sent us a parcel containing a handbag for our mum (with camels and palms trees on ) and hand knitted jumpers for my sister and I . I remember quite vividly in school feeling quite hot and burning. My mum found out that the wool hadn't been treated , the rash lasted for days and , of course, you had to pay Doctor's Bills in those days.

Mum's handbag decided to walk as it contained maggots . I can't quite recall what my brother had but Mum had to burn all our Christmas Gifts from Dad!

Later, when he returned to England and was stationed in Downham Market, he swapped duties with someone and hitchhiked home to see us. He had what we thought was a radio but it was just a shell and in the back was tea, sugar and Horlicks Tablets ( They were lovely - apparently the Pilots used to have them )

We feel so lucky to have had a Dad who gave us so much when he had so little.

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