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When I was 11 years old, I travelled with my sister's school and three retired school teachers who had no idea on how to feed children. They kept giving us tiny sandwiches to eat and we were all hungry.
Mum and dad came down on a coach to see us.
My sister and I had a very happy year because we were moved to live with a Cowman's family and we went out to milk the cows everyday. They were a kind family with two children and we kept in touch for many years after the war, until they died.

The rector used to give us strawberries wrapped in leaves and we would be allowed into the orchard to pick up the windfalls.
1940 was the worst winter for snow and ice and we were given a bike each because we were four miles from the school, and in the terrible weather it was very bad.

I remember skating on the ponds.

My dad was a gas fitter which was a reserved occupation. He would have to go out and secure the bombed gas pipes. Dad would be praying that our air raid shelter was still in one piece. A flask of coco and some sandwiches was all we had at night.

I have been back since and some village people remember me. I have shown them my family, my grandchildren, etc, so that they can understand what experiences I went through as a child.

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