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The most things I remember was when the neighbours used to go in the nisen huts, I used to go in my curlers being a teenager I would never speak to the older women. I would sometimes be all dressed up going into Bolton on the bus when we heard the sirens going and they would shout ‘right all, off the bus’ and we would have to go to a shelter, I still wouldn’t speak to anybody.
I used to work in the cotton mill and you had to have black out curtains I was the youngest there and I worked near the window and someone must of opened the window. There were houses and a police station over the road, they could see the light coming through the window, the general manager came up to me and really gave me a telling off, I was so upset because I had not opened the window. It still upsets me now.
On VE day we were all dancing in Victoria Square Bolton in front of the town hall. All us girls danced together because all the men were still away, the only men there was either old or conscientious objectors who you wouldn’t look at.
It was a big relief because all the lights would be on and the men would be back. My mum was a lady and spoke very well she would politely ask in the shop if they had, say any butter and the shop girl would say no because she was saving it for her friends and favourites.

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