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I suppose my first memory of the war was when we moved to a house just around the corner, which was smaller and 'safer'.Refugees were arriving at Alexandra Palace
from France and we went to see them arrive at the railway station.
They were housed in Blandford Hall and I remember my mother was crying. My father took me out one day to see my uncle who had a Dyers and Cleaners shop in Mayes Road andthey were discussing whether or not there would be a war.My mother decided that me and my sister should be evacuated. We wound up in Wethersfield in Essex after going to Kelvedon by mistake for six weeks because we gont on the wrong coach with the Catholic school

Our billet was a one-up-one-down cottage with a lady and her unmarried daughter
and a lodger who slet on the landing.There was one outside toilet shared by the whole block of cottage and this was emptied on a Fridday night and no gas or electricity - we used oil lamps.At the back of the house

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