大象传媒

This story was submitted to the People's War site by Kat Pearson, a volunteer from SCV Action Desk, on behalf of Maureen Hoinkis and has been added to the site with her permission. She fully understands the sites terms and conditions.

As a toddler bedtime was fun on certain nights. I was put into my teddy bear sleep quilt and climed into a "built-in" wardrobe. There I slept on the floor with clothes hanging down. Occasionally I heard a loud wailing noise which frightened me and to this day equate the noise with the "fire siren" of the local hospital, previously known as the "workhouse."
I went to school at 3 1/2 years in the nursery class. I remember practice trips into the long dark tunnel with our gas masks. I didn't like that.
On a lighter note I recall a big barrel of red apples from "Canada" of which we were allowed to take one after dinner. Also the powdered egg, crystalised jelly and best of all sugar and cocoa that we used to "pinch" from the cupboard as we grew older. We didn't have sweets!

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