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A little village in Skegby was where I was living during the war.
My Father was an ARP Warden and I remember him building our very own air-raid shelter in the house, in the parlour. He dug an hole, took up the floorboards, filled sandbags and placed the settee over it. Later on after the war, my brother removed the sofa and when I was cleaning the windows I fell down the hole. What a brotherly love ay. When the aircraft went over Shooosh. Shoosh, my mum made us go under the table and used to say to us, 鈥� be quiet鈥� As if, the aircraft could hear us. I suppose it diverted our attention and stopped us from screaming.

We had to go to school with our gasmasks, my sister had a Mickey Mouse gas mask. We used to look forward to the food parcels from America. My elder sister ended up marrying an American Airman. I am one of seven children and I remember having lots of fun with each other. I remember playing with liquid mercury from thermometers.

Kings mill hospital used to be a prisoner of war camp amongst farmland and it is also where I had my appendix out.
Although it was exciting for us, it was a dangerous time.

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