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I was only 9 years old when World War II broke out but I can still remember it very clearly. I remember the old Anderson shelter at the bottom of the garden where my father grew his vegetables. My mother in her floral printed dresses with an apron tied over the top, always cooking and cleaning. We did not mention the war that often in the house as it was such a depressing topic. I remember going to the Corner Shop and using rationing tokens to collect our food .I do not think we suffered because of the rationing system in fact we had quite a well balanced diet. I was one of the lucky children. I lived in a small seaside town called Seahouses so I was not one of the many evacuated children at the time of the war. There was one small primary school, though it seemed enormous to me then! There was the village church at which everyone attended the service and later had tea and biscuits. I was part of the church choir. There was also the second hand book shop which was my favourite place to go as I always loved reading as a child. We did not have a television, only a wireless. All we had were books and toys to entertain ourselves. I loved Enid Blyton stories. The saddest moment for me was when my father was called up. I admire the way my mother handled this so well and looked after me and my brother. We grew most of our vegetables ourselves, when we could. In a way I think the war brought us closer as a community

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