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We were both living in Tufnell Park, London, and had met through singing in the church choir. When war broke out we were both over at the church and heard the sirens go.

Theo worked in Exchange Control and had to be ready (as a Bank of England employee) to leave immediately to go to Whitchurch, Hampshire chosen for its proximity to the paper mills (Overton Mills), which printed bank notes for the Bank of England. There was a train, or coaches reserved on a train, ready for the employees to leave at a moment鈥檚 notice. At 3 pm Theo left, taking her bicycle with her.

Frank was in a reserved occupation as engineer for Patterson Hughes Engineering Co. 鈥淭hey kept renewing my reservation period. It was 1942 when I finally was called up aged 20 (one of the older recruits!)鈥�.

Theo:
Everything at Whitchurch Priory, seemed ready and set up for our arrival; beds made up wherever there was space, which meant communal living for us. I remember walking through the grounds and that there used to be a line of trophies hanging on the railings 鈥� rats! Caught and displayed. I was lucky because I stayed in the main building but some of us were in wooden huts we called 鈥榟utments鈥�.
I came back to HO in London after about 6-9 months. On my return to the bank the gentlemen that used to stand around wearing a 鈥榰niform鈥� of black trousers and a long coat (like morning dress) in a strawberry colour, and top hats, had changed to wearing an army uniform with fixed bayonets. When there was an air raid we were all rushed down to the vaults which made a very good air raid shelter (only they鈥檇 removed all the gold bars!!) There was also a fully set up operating theatre down there.

Frank: There was a bomb fell at the large intersection near the Bank of England, a very important junction, which damaged the bank a little 鈥� not too much fortunately. The hole went down into the booking hall of Bank underground station and I remember seeing a photo in the paper of a double-decker that had tipped into the hole when the road collapsed. A ramp was constructed over the hole temporarily, to keep the traffic flowing through the City to London Bridge

February 1942 鈥� We were married but we couldn鈥檛 be married in Theo鈥檚 local church, 鈥楢ll Saints鈥� which was just opposite her home, because an incendiary bomb had destroyed the roof of the church. Our reception was held at Wilson鈥檚 Restaurant, Crouch End. We don鈥檛 remember there being any difficulty over supplies for our wedding breakfast, and suppose that restaurants were always able to obtain what they needed, as long as the customers could pay.
Before this, I remember a 150lb (a 鈥榮mall鈥� bomb) landed but didn鈥檛 explode just 100yards from Theo鈥檚 house. It was embedded under the bay of another house and they had to evacuate the area. I recall carrying Aunty Nancy, in her 70鈥檚, (who was living with Theo鈥檚 parents) out of the house and to another relative (Auntie Alice) whose windows were frequently broken not by bombs or air-raids but by choirboys playing with a ball!

I went into the RAF, and was posted to Cardington, Beds, where the airships were. This was the Reception Centre where we were issued uniforms and sworn in except I never was! Sworn in, that is. They were just so busy, there was a whole group of us and we were just waved through. Then we went to Skegness for 鈥渟quare bashing鈥�. We were billeted in houses commandeered from the civilians. I remember 2 Scotsmen that none of us could understand a word they said and they didn鈥檛 understand each other! They hated each other! (from opposite ends of the country I don鈥檛 wonder). We were a shambles, our drill was awful! We used to march up and down the sea-front and now and again there鈥檇 be lone raiders and the sergeant would shout 鈥渟cramble鈥� and we鈥檇 try to hide ourselves behind anything, but on that flat coast there wasn鈥檛 much!
If Theo came up to stay, one of the fellows would double up so we could have a room to ourselves.

Next was Snodland in Kent, where the cement works meant that everywhere was always covered with a grey/yellow dust, looked like London after snow (dirty grey). We were billeted with ordinary householders and Theo was able to come every weekend. I was billeted with this elderly couple (Mr and Mrs Taylor) and the old chap鈥檚 idea of evening entertainment was to set an old chipped enamel bowl on the oil-cloth covered table, onto which he then put a zither, and he鈥檇 strum away on this, accompanying it with his rather nasal voice!

We were waiting to go on a flight mechanics鈥� course, and whilst there we were stacking bombs in the quarries, ordinary explosive bombs, 250-500 lbs bombs mostly suitable for fighter planes (we weren鈥檛 far from Manston airfield). Also there was an ex-nursery site where the gas-bombs and incendiaries were stored 鈥� in the glasshouses. The squadron leader was an odd chap not altogether 鈥渨ith us鈥�, I think. He had a series of bells fitted up ranged along the glasshouses. If anyone saw a fire they had to ring the bell, but which bell? Any bell? Then, if the bell rang, you couldn鈥檛 tell where the fire was or anything. The fire engine was a joke! It was a compressor pump which you hitched onto a van and neither the pump nor the van would ever start when you wanted them to!

Theo: On one of my many journeys to visit Frank, I remember being in the company of a lighthouse keeper from the Rock of Gibraltar. You met all sorts of people when travelling around the country.

Frank:
Now qualified as a flight mechanic, I was posted to Hendon and got a 鈥渓iving out pass鈥�. We were living at Muswell Hill which was actually a little further away than allowed, but I told the bloke his map was wrong! Hendon wasn鈥檛 much good as an airfield as it was always foggy. There was no control tower, but a chap in a caravan at the end of the runway would fire off a red or a green light (half the time you couldn鈥檛 see him for fog). He would shout 鈥淨BI conditions are in force 鈥� no more flying鈥�.We never knew what QBI stood for. 鈥淨uite bloody impossible鈥� maybe! He鈥檇 later shout 鈥淨BI conditions lifted鈥�. There was never any large aircraft fortunately, because the runway wasn鈥檛 long enough. We were flying Dakotas, Oxfords, Ansons, just small aircraft for short trips. We had Monty鈥檚 Dakota for a while. He said it was too noisy. They were unlined carcasses, so these chaps were trying to line the plane with carpet 鈥� that was a pantomime!

The pattern was four or five of us to each inspection. One would be on the wings or main plane, one on the fuselage, one the tail-plane, I was mostly undercarriage, then of course a team for wireless, engine, etc. We had one chap who had a Phillips screwdriver, so he was on the main plane. There would be at least a hundred screws to a panel 3 foot square so that would be his sole job. I got quite friendly with the Americans, so I could beg or borrow from them 鈥� they weren鈥檛 short of anything! Once one of their large aircraft, a Flying Fortress, had to make a forced landing at Hendon because it hadn鈥檛 enough fuel to get to (wherever), so it went to the farthest end of the runway with the YMCA hut just behind it. They gave it just enough fuel to get to Ruislip, and when it revved the engines for take-off, it lifted the edge, nearly took off the roof of the hut!

Theo: Early in 1943, instead of being called up, I was transferred to the Ministry of Information. This was because I had a husband living at home, Frank having got his 鈥榣iving out pass鈥�. We were filing war pictures in the library and doing propaganda work using photos and pictures. The Head of this department was Charles Henry Gibb-Smith, Keeper of Museum Extensions at the V. and A. Always known as 鈥楪-S鈥� or 鈥榯he old boy鈥� 鈥� very pleasant and friendly.
There were a lot of artistic people involved in it, such as Patrick Campbell, and Helen Binyon the daughter of Laurence Binyon the poet, (she was a dream) she was very artistic, as you can imagine.

Frank: I remember a tragic accident involving two friends mad on flying 鈥� one was Ken Ding whose wedding we had attended not long before. They took off from Hendon but developed low oil pressure, so lost height and got caught or struck a barrage cable which took 12 foot off the wing, they managed to head towards Regents Park and were going to make a steady emergency landing but they crashed into a small building 鈥� a tea-house - and they were both killed. It was at St Joseph鈥檚 Retreat ( Known as 鈥楬oly Joe鈥檚鈥�).

So to Ceylon鈥�.

I was due to be sent out to the Far East, but we were kept hanging about for ages in the New Forest. We were waiting months so I nipped home, and when a privateer arrived from somewhere, a fellow rang me up in the early hours to alert me. Fortunately I was able to walk to Waterloo station and I met up with another chap (also AWOL) in Tottenham Court Rd., and we both managed to get on to the mail train which left at 2am, despite passing about five Special Police who were just coming up the stairs at Waterloo as we were going down.
This was late June or early July, we were to be posted to Ceylon (now Sri Lanka). Large aircraft were wanted for transporting supplies in enormous great crates for the Navy. The Navy used large aero engines and these would fit into our Skymasters, which in our case were mostly American thanks to the Lease-Lend scheme.
We flew off heading for Cairo, one night there to re-fuel and the only night I鈥檝e ever spent in a tent! Then a stopover for a couple of nights in India at Mauripur, outskirts of Delhi, the aircraft needed to acclimatise because of the dramatic change in temperature. Then we flew to the southern end of Ceylon, Ratmalana. We were there quite a while, the climate was such that it was either so wet nothing could move, (as when the runway was undermined so a new airfield was built at Negombo) or so hot and dry that we liked nothing better than dowsing ourselves with a bucket of water 鈥� if we could. There was a very deep well, we鈥檇 get a length of rope for the bucket, when finally it came up about ten of us would be grouped around the well and we鈥檇 fling it over ourselves! I being one of the few amongst us who could drive, had volunteered to move our stuff to the new airfield and would also sometimes drive a lorry with the chaps over to a beach at Mount Lavinia when we were off duty in the afternoon.
When on leave most of us went up into the hills where it was cooler, but I didn鈥檛 fancy twiddling my thumbs up there, so I volunteered for maintenance work on aircraft in Perth, Australia. We flew quite a lot of 鈥榩lanes to and fro, often taking Naval personnel. We had to refuel at Cocos Island, a dot on the Indian Ocean with only just enough room for a metal landing strip. Radio contact had to be made before landing but communication was so difficult and the radio link so weak, that you were near enough almost to shout at them before making contact! If this didn鈥檛 happen, we鈥檇 have to return to Ceylon, so there always had to be enough fuel to get back to base.
An electrician I鈥檇 worked with had a brother in Freemantle, so when in Perth he would take us around in his car if we, in return, let him have a drop or two of 100 octane fuel. They were running their cars on paraffin and if they stalled they were the very devil to get going again, but a little aeroplane fuel worked wonders! They weren鈥檛 short of much in Australia, but petrol and cigarettes were very hard to obtain. I went to the Navy stores in Freemantle to get cigarettes and was given a box of 250. I could get a jolly good meal for a packet of cigarettes.

Theo: This was when Frank was able to get stockings for me. He cleverly managed to slip them into his airmail letters to me 鈥� one at a time! Because of course you weren鈥檛 supposed to put any enclosures into the airmails. He numbered the letters so that I would be able to pair them up correctly. Do you know 鈥� not one went missing!

Frank: I wasn鈥檛 de-mobbed until January 鈥�47. I remained in Negombo because there had to be a skeleton crew of engineers and we mixed in with regular crew. By then the Americans were asking for their Skymasters back, and it was becoming difficult to get spares. Down to about four aircraft, we used one for spares to keep the others going. It got really bad when one of them had bicycle parts to operate the throttle control on the one engine that it had left!
As I was never officially sworn in, similarly I was never officially discharged.

With a last word from Theo 鈥渄o you think he鈥檚 still on the RAF payroll? We could claim all that back pay鈥�!

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