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I was a child in WW2. I remember hurrying home to tell my Mam that somebody had spat at German prisoners of war. Mam told me then that EVERYONE I met was some ones sweetheart, sister, brother, Father or Mother and that I must behave accordingly. It was a lesson I have never forgotten and I have met some wonderful people in my 76 years.
I remember with much affection my dearest Dad, a fisherman, who, at the tea table with just one egg between us, invited each of us a ‘dip’ before he ate the rest. Sadly he died a very sick, brave man before he reached the age of 50.
My sister Mary joined the WAAF as the war began. She was stationed at RAF Moreton- in-Marsh, Gloucestershire. My brother was in the RAF and his wife Maggie and I were in the Women’s Land Army. I have lovely memories of this time and still attend the reunions every two years. My friend Gerry Tyack also has his own wonderful small museum of RAF memorabilia.
My sister Mary went to RAF Feltwell in Norfolk, where she and friends were invited to see and hear the great Glen Miller and his band. I still have the programme and Glen Miller’s autograph. When he went missing I had his picture bound with black tape, attached to my Singer sewing machine at Pelwear Limited, where I helped to make flying suits for the RAF, tank suits for the Army and eventually de-mob macs for the lads coming home!
I volunteered for the WLA as soon as I reached 17 years of age and met more lovely people and formed everlasting friendships. I have been a full time member of the British Land Army and Timber Corps Society since its beginning…..The work was very hard, very dirty and yet I loved every moment of it.
It has been my pleasure remembering days past. Love and prayers to all. Peggy. F.

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