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- Jill Crane
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- 28 July 2003
I remember going to the Anderson Shelter at the bottom of the garden, watching the searchlights over the nearby factory ,the canvas bunks, the bucket and newspaper and the special smell of the shelter.
I remember my Mother making my sister and I siren suits out of grey striped woollen fabric to play in (just like Winston Churchill's)
We had a permanently cold house in the winter , frost covered windows and had one room to live in because of the fuel restrictions , so my sister and I sat at the table doing our homework while Mother sewed or read.
My Father died at the beginning of the war. In his spare time he was a firewatcher and insisted on going out to do his shift even though he was ill and died very soon after.
I remember the lack of street lights .One foggy winter day my sister and I had to walk the 2 miles home in front of the car because visibility was non-existent with no street lights , no lights from houses because of black out and only narrow strips for car lights
I was never aware of the shortages there were . I never remember feeling hungry or underfed, I always remember a friend sending a duck for Christmas- that was a gala occasion!
As for clothes shortages, I remember I had a favourite blue dress which ripped and I darned the tear which was about 8inches long.
I was very pleased at the end of blackout restrictions to get rid of the heavy net which had been glued to all the windows in case a bomb fell
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