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- Pamela_Newbery
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- Pamela Newbery
- Location of story:听
- Streatham London
- Article ID:听
- A2057456
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- 17 November 2003
As I was only 3 years old when WW2 began, I have no memories of before the war. In about 1943 I was given a banana by a soldier on
leave from Africa, but I had no idea what it was or what to do with it. On being shown how to peel it, I then took half an hour to eat it, savouring every mouthful.
I wonder if the other local children who were also given a banana have similar memories.
These days bananas are so plentiful that younger people will not realise what aluxury they were in the 1940's.
On the rare ocassions when the greengrocer had a delivery of oranges, my mother would collect up the childrens' green ration books, walk half a mile to the shop and then join the queue to bring back some oranges.I probably stayed like a dog in the kennel in our Morrison shelter.
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