- Contributed byÌý
- csvdevon
- People in story:Ìý
- Miss Joyce Smith now Miss Joyce O’Donnell
- Location of story:Ìý
- Castle Bromwich — Warwickshire
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian Force
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4176146
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 10 June 2005
On 10th November I was sent to Northampton Agricultural College (Moulton) for a months training along with 39 other girls.
After I left, I was sent to Major Hibbets Poultry Farm, Kenilworth, Warwickshire.
I hated culling chicks as they hatched out, weaklings were tossed out, and there were hundreds of them on trays in incubators. I was taught to kill poultry by laying their heads on the ground with a bar across their necks and you tugged upwards. The first chicken, I was so afraid I did not kill it first time, the head came clean off.
After a few months, I had an accident and broke my ankle coming off my cycle in the ford at Kenilworth. I had to cycle 20 miles home to have a bath, as the landlady had no bath, stay home overnight, and back early next morning for work at 6.30.
I left until my ankle was healed.
My new job I went to a Market Garden, three land girls worked there. Big Betty and Little Betty and myself. I hated all the hoeing — 30 acre field of cabbages etc. So I asked to be transferred to general farming. Tractor driving, working with two horses harrowing fields. Nothing more satisfying than walking behind two horses all day long. Feeding stock cows for fattening and milking by hand. Hedging, muck spreading, cutting kale and pulling Swedes for cattle, on icy mornings my hands were so sore with the wet and cold.
Potato picking was done by prisoners of war, Germans and Italians; we had to load bags on trailers.
This all happened on the farm, Mr Wills, Attleboro Farm, Water Orton 6 miles from Birmingham.
The farmer had three brothers so I had to help at the other farms; busy times hay making, corn from storks. Farmers wives worked hard also — I said I would never marry a farmer.
Seed corn for next years planting weighed 2¼ cwt and we had to unload and store in an old cottage. Of course there is a knack to all this and I had built up muscles although I was only 8 stone.
But happy, happy times, how the war changed our lives. I think I have given a fair idea of how my life in the Land Army changed a town girl into a life in the country areas
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