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Dad was in a reserved occupation during the war as he worked for the railway at Kings Cross Station. This brought him into contact with many American and Canadian soldiers being transported to various places. They were often held up for hours due to derailments and it was dad's job to clear the lines and make safe so that they could continue their journey. He would often come home with chocolate and cigarettes that had been given to them by the 'yanks' and sometimes other goodies. Dad said they were very sympathetic to the fact that there was so much deprivation here during the war which I suspect was often 'traded upon'.
In 1940 my parents decided to marry. It was almost impossible to get clothes and it was a case of beg, borrow or steal. One night dad arrived home with a bolt of mustard coloured material. His delighted mother shared it around amoungst the family. When the big day arrived everyone turned up in mustard coloured suits, frocks and coats. The only other colour was mum's blue wedding dress borrowed from a friend. She often wondered what the vicar thought looking out on a 'sea of mustard' as she called it.
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