大象传媒

... poor kid, from the slums of east London I was only seven years old in 1941 and they sent me, resplendent with the proverbial name tag on a train to the Fens. They decided to de-louse me, not once, but 4 times in one day. Scrubbed, but mentally wounded I ended up in a schoohouse in the town of March, the last one in the room not yet chosen for a good home. In they came, Mr and Mrs Tall, quite small really, but formidable to this tiny underfed scraggy kid. They asked if that was all that was left - and so I ended up at their smallholding, frightened, missing my mum and not at all hungry for onion pudding, the only luxury they were allowed during rationing.

A long long time ago, but the 60 year memories that we are seeing this month prompts me to record this period of just one little person.....

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