大象传媒

I was 6 months old when the war broke out in 1939 and by 1942 my mum had my brother as well; he was born in Exeter where we were evacuated to. We already had an elder sister who was 6 years old so mum had 3 of us to look after. She did however have the help of my other sister who was 16, then there were my other 2 sisters still in London. One was 19 the other 22.

Mum went back to London: she said it was just as bad in Exeter so she might as well be at home. Mum told me she used to keep a bag of our clothes ready to grab in case the house got bombed and she had to leave in a hurry. One night during an air raid she had to get out fast and grabbed the bag and headed for the undergruond at the Oval - that's were they had to go away from the bombs.

We were all in our night cloths but mum didn't mind as she had "the bag". What she did not know untill she opened it was that my 6 year old sister did the same for her dolls - yes, you guessed it, she had grabbed the wrong bag, which was full of "dolls cloths". I don't know if my mum laughed or cried, all I know is thanks to my mum and a lot of luck I am alive today to tell the tale.

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