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I was five in September 1939 so literally the war just started as I went to school.

I remember the D-Day Landings. I was in Miss Marsden's class and she told us about the fighting in Normandy and I couldn't understand why Caen wasn't written CORN.

I lived in Edgeley, and my Godmother lived in Chapel Street, and a bomb dropped in the middle of the lawn and failed to detonate, but cracked all the walls and windows.

We had a big party in Greenhill Street on VE Day.

The school at the bottom of Edgeley Road was called "The Tin School" because of its construction of corrugated steel.

My Mother and Father both worked in the mill. My Father had ill health, so was not called up, but he worked all day in the mill and then went back in the evening to do fire watch.

I remember a buzz bomb dropping on Garners Lane Adswood, the noise and the shock waves woke us up in Edgeley.

The diet was restricted and I did not know what a banana was. The bread was grey as the flour was unbleached, and the meat was extremely fatty, and you just took anything the butcher could give. Egg custards looked nice, but were awful and made of powdered egg.

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