- Contributed by听
- Guernseymuseum
- People in story:听
- RUTH WALSH
- Location of story:听
- Guernsey
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4013650
- Contributed on:听
- 06 May 2005
鈥 I used to go with my two brothers who were 18 months and 3 years older than me, picking up potatoes dropped from the lorries being loaded, you might be lucky to get 5 or 6 each. Another time we were down in the Truchot and I had one of the carrier bags that you had then, the old fashioned ones, the brown ones with the string handles. I had been lucky enough, I had picked up 3 or 4 that were quite a reasonable size and quite nice and I thought
鈥 Oh mum鈥檚 going to be very pleased with me,鈥, you know
then all of a sudden- It was quite a young soldier who was up on the tailboard, handing these sacks of potatoes down. He started calling and beckoning,
鈥淜omm see here鈥, or whatever they say, so I thought he doesn鈥檛 want me, but my two brothers. Oh yes, very defensive of their little sister..
鈥業t鈥檚 you he wants, off you go鈥, and pushed me forward! I thought well, thank you very much!
He beckoned, he wanted my bag, and I thought 鈥淗e鈥檚 going to take my potatoes away!鈥 I was really very angry. I wasn鈥檛 going to let it go. My brothers said
鈥淕o on, he wants your bag, you better give it to him鈥,
and do you know what he did, he opened up a sack of potatoes, he filled up my carrier bag, handed it down to me, saying 鈥淕o, - off!鈥
I鈥檝e often wondered what happened to that soldier and I hope he survived, I hope he鈥檚 had a good life.
RUTH WALSH
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