- Contributed by听
- maryjoy
- People in story:听
- Denis Wymer, Lily Fox, Roman, Emil
- Location of story:听
- Haveringland, Norfolk
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4038248
- Contributed on:听
- 09 May 2005
During the war I lived in a village called Haveringland, Norfolk on a beautiful estate in what was regarded as one of the prettiest villages in the county. We had a hall with acres and acres of lovely parkland. They decided to build an airfield in the village which completely destroyed it! Although in the village of Haveringland the airfield was known as Swanington, partly to deceive the enemy. The airfield itself was only fully operational the last 18 months of the war. Our garden had about a third taken from it -we lost all our greengage orchard and strawberries for them to build the perimeter track all around the airfield. There were Lancaster and Mosquito planes there.
I remember as a child sitting on my wide bedroom windowsill seeing planes coming back on fire. We had one Lancaster overshoot the runway and crash right outside the house in the garden. From the windows on the other side of the house I could see the red sky over the burning city of Norwich. My grandma used to do the washing for all the officers on the airfield.
My mother was in the Land Army and worked in the kitchen gardens at the big hall and on the farm. We didn't want for food - we grew our own and traded with others.
For the last 18 months we were evacuated and moved across to the other side of the airfield. It was too dangerous to stay at home as they built the bomb dump close by our garden - we ended up with crops in two gardens! RAF cinema and concerts was next door so we saw all the shows. I remember best the Dagenham Girls Pipers, I had never seen anything like it.
My dad was abroad in Burma in the Army. We heard that he was missimg but he came home in 1946.
There were a lot of German prisoners of war in Nissen huts nearby, two of then came regularly for Sunday tea. Lovely chaps who told us about their families at home. We corresponded with Roman for a long time after the war.
They were very clever and used to make things, Roman made me a ship in a light bulb which I still have at home. It was made from wood off the parkland. I also have a letter opener, the handle is made of pieces from different coloured tooth brushes. Also a cigarette box made from wood from trees in the parkland. You pull a lever and a pheasant comes over to pick up a cigarette. It has a tail feather on it picked up from the parkland all those years ago.
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