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I was in the Air Ministry. I came off duty, I was working at Risley, the bus stopped outside the Anglican Cathedral, everything was on fire. The ARP warden told me to walk to the ferry, Then I had to go to the air-raid shelter under the Bears Paw and, after three hours, I got home to find an incendiary bomb had fallen on the roof, my Mother was walking up the road to collect water.
At Risley, I was a decoder, I was a civilian worker. Then I was moved to Chorley at a place called Woodlands. There was an American base where we had dances and the Americans flew in the band and the strawberries and cream. But I preferred the MPSC (Military Police) even tho’ the refreshments were simple. I used to go round the maintenance units.
I came home in July 1945 and my fiancé came home from North Africa. We married and went back to Tripoli where my daughter was born. I think we were better off then, we didn’t have much, there was a war, but we were happier.

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