大象传媒

What most people don't talk about is how things were at home. During the war us women had to stick together, of course back in those days we couldn't rely on alcohol like we do now, we had to do things together to help ourselves, like baking and stitchery. Of course back in those days the needles weren't like they are today and we usually had to use a potato for a pin-cusion. But even they were in short supply.

During the war I was a young and lithe twenty year old, quite a looker, some would say. All the other girls in the street called me Patch, owing to the fact some would said I was as fine as one of Mrs. Pollock's patchwork quilts. I wasn't, of course. Mrs. pollock made some of the finest beddery Any has seen. Goodness knows where she got all the material from, some women would talk, and say she stole it from old Greg, he was 75 years old if he were a day, wasn't granted a place in the army owing to his age, still thought he was in the war though. Used to camp outside his house holding a stick, wearing a teapot for a helmet. I thought it was crazy-talk. Turned out to be true though. Poor Greg didn't have a single piece of bedding to his name when he died during the war, was on teh first of April 1942, I remember the day because it was my birthday. 22 I was.

Course when old Mrs. Pollock died the next week we all felt like we should be doing something, to commemorate her, you know. Thats when we ahd the idea for the Women's Patchwork coalition.

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