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I was brought up by my grandparents as my mother died when I was young.
We lived at Gallow Hill (where Gartree prison is now).
We were farmers from Wales.
My father was called up into the army (he was a cook).
He was transferred away and I recall talking to him on the phone as I stood on a box to reach the phone and being really upset because I thought I wouldn’t see him again.
However luckily he was moved back to Rushton Hall to cook for the officers.
My grandparents had wheat and oats — arable farming.
My uncle delivered milk from his diary farm with a horse and cart.
Milk in the churn was measured out into the housewives own jugs.
I helped at harvest time — it was very hot and hard work!
We still had lots of fun.
Aged nine I moved to Harborough in a three storied house.
I remember Coventry being bombed and the red glow in the night sky.

‘This story was told to Shirley Padley and submitted to the People’s War website by Lisa Reeves of CSV Action Desk Leicester on behalf of Gwen Randall and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the sites terms and conditions.’

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