- Contributed by听
- Kesteven and Sleaford High School
- People in story:听
- Patricia Busby
- Location of story:听
- Lincolnshire
- Article ID:听
- A4380040
- Contributed on:听
- 06 July 2005
Within the first year of the war when I was 13 my mother had to go into hospital; my closest family members lived in London and I couldn鈥檛 stay with my father because he worked all through the day and sometimes through the night walking up and down the railway lines fixing them. So with my two brothers and sister I had to move to the outskirts of London with my auntie, uncle and cousin. Being the oldest I had to look after my brothers and sister, my uncle worked as a policeman on a night shift which meant so he slept during the day, I had to take responsibility and take my brothers and sister out so we didn鈥檛 disturb my uncle.
Life in London was fine, if we heard a siren we wouldn鈥檛 panic we would do the logical thing, head for the Anderson shelter, for safety we would sleep in the Anderson shelter at night anyway with living in London we didn鈥檛 have a back garden so our Anderson shelter was in our dining room!
After a couple of months in London, my mother was out of hospital so we all moved back to the country, it was better at the country because rationing wasn鈥檛 such a problem we had a pig, chickens, several vegetable patches and many orchards so we would live off the land!
Being the oldest whenever the local shop got exotic fruits in my mother sent me to get some.
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