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I was a London evacuee, now 77 and eyesight failing but remember it well.

With my older sister and brother we filed on to the caoch, clutching my carrier bag of worldly goods, waving goodbye yo Mum with a big lump in my throat.

Our destination was Buckinghamshire, when we arrived we were taken in to the church hall and waited for the forster parents to select us. The lump in my throat was choking me, I wanted my Mum.

My sister and I were chosen by Mrs Walters who took us home, we were shown our bedroom and strict rules. It was then time for tea and bed, i cried myself to sleep as I did every night.

After 7 weeks Mum brought us back home, back to North West London. It was some time later when the Blitz started. Every night at 7pm the air raid warning would sound and we all had to go down into the Anderson Shelter. Some nights were quiet but some were frightening, gun fire and bombs dropping all around. I now wonder how we ever survived.

Around 7am the all clear was sounded and one by one the families would leave their shelters, looking to see if their house was still standing. This went on for month, day after day, night after night,that was my teenage years.

Food was rationed, 1oz of butter, 2oz margarine, 2oz of tea, 1 egg per book and occasionally one slice of liver and 8 old pence of meat per head. Not forgetting 2oz of corned beef!

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