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This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Bill Ross of the 鈥楢ction Desk 鈥� Sheffield鈥� Team on behalf of Marion Jowett, and has been added to the site with the author鈥檚 permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
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Reading the form given me to take home from school was written, 鈥渢wo barley sugar sticks鈥� for the journey. Please say 鈥榶es鈥� Mum I pleaded, little knowing the price I was going to pay for 鈥渢wo barley sugar sticks鈥�. So began the most impressionable journey of my life.

I was staying with my Grandma at Ackworth, reading a long awaited Beano,
the wireless was on. Suddenly Gran said, 鈥漜ome on lass let鈥檚 get you home鈥�. I couldn鈥檛 think what I had done wrong, so home to Leeds I went.

The greatest organised evacuation was to begin. Next morning
1st September, with my little case and a prize tin of Gibbs toothpaste, in a little metal box and a gas mask I was taken to Harehills School. There I had a label with 鈥楳arion Thompson鈥� written on, put round my neck. This was to become 鈥極ur Emblem鈥�, it all seemed exciting. I had got my two barley sugar sticks. I spotted some friends, Estelle Vinburgh, Adele Taylor and
Donald Levison, and my best friend Pat. I am going to enjoy this day trip I thought. I was seven years old. I said 鈥榯ara鈥� to my Mum, she didn鈥檛 tell me I was not coming home. We boarded a bus to Crossgate Station where we each were given a carrier. I can only remember a tin of corned beef. The train took us to York. We were then taken by bus to a Chapel at a village called 鈥楴ether Poppleton鈥� where we were looked over and picked to go home with someone. I was beginning to panic at this stage, it wasn鈥檛 exciting anymore. I had eaten my goodies. The lady who had helped me off the bus had a kind face, so I made my mind up I was going with her. After much coat tugging and pleading she said she would take me. She also took my friend Pat to a friend of hers so that seemed better. So off I went to start a new life at 鈥楾own Farm鈥�. I was in awe of all the animals and met Uncle Ernest, as I was told to call him, milking the cows. They took me across the yard to show me the toilet which was just a wooden form with a hole in it. I was frightened I would fall through it. We got the water from a pump in the yard. They then showed me my bedroom; I unpacked with tears running down my face, I just wanted to go home. We all met up at school the next day, at Upper Poppleton. I had to walk a mile each day. We were never accepted, they called us Townies. All the evacuees who had come with me were taken back home after four weeks, so I was very lonely but I made friends with a local girl,
Mary Eastwood, who I spent all the three years I was there with. My Mum only visited me twice, I had a bad attack called 鈥淪t. Vitas Dance鈥�, I was very sad, especially when Vera Lynn sang, 鈥淕oodnight children everywhere鈥�.

Auntie Hettie and Uncle Ernest were good people but very strict, I think one of my proudest memories was singing on the school concert, 鈥淭here will Always be an England鈥�. I can still feel the emotion I felt, whenever I hear it.

I know the evacuation scared me but I kept in touch with Hettie and Ernest until they died. I took my family for many years, they love to see where I spent my young journey but insist 鈥淣o barley sugar sticks鈥� Mum.

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