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My lasting Memory of World War II is…I was just nine years and one month old at the start of WWII. I was evacuated from Trafford Road Girls School to Swanthmoor — the first time I had ever left my family and I found it traumatic and only stayed a few months. But when my own son was nine years old, I took him to Swanthoor to try to explain to him just what it was like. I knocked on the door of the house I stayed in and low and behold, the daughter of the couple that had taken me in still lived there and remembered me.

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