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This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by a volunteer from Age Concern, Dorchester on behalf of Mrs Brenda May Callaway (n茅e Jerrard), and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs Callaway fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.

I was born just at the start of the war in September 1939 and we lived at Puddletown in Dorset. We moved house to Poxwell and we had to put blackout curtains up. There was a great crater in the field behind us caused by a bomb. There were about 12 German prisoners of war working on the farms. They used to sing to us during their lunch break. They made us monkeys on sticks and the pecking chickens toys. We used to sit on their knees.

There were evacuees at the big house (Poxwell Manor), and we used to see them going out on nature walks.

When I started school at Owermoigne there was an air raid shelter and we had to dash down there to sit in the dark. Stories were read to us. Convoys of Americans used to go by and throw chewing gum as we stood at the bus stop.

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