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I was in my late teens living in Hull when my parents sent me to stay with relatives in Driffield as the bombing was becoming very severe. My parents were both originally from the town and some of the female family members had worked in the past at RAF Driffield or Eastburn, as it was first called.I always liked Driffield and always found plenty to do which suited me very well as I like being busy.
One job I had was concreting the airfield. I was one of many of course doing it, as the aircraft had to previously land on grass which wasn't suitable as aircraft with bombs on board became heavy and heavier.
As well as that work a gang of us would be picked up every morning and taken to the airfield perimeter. There they'd have us digging gun pits or emplacements whatever they called them.I even remember being taken to Bainton Woods where we had to concrete the tops of bomb dumps. It wasn't as hard as you would think and was quite well paid for the time.
I met my husband there at a dance. It was at the Town Hall,he was there with all his flying pals. I always enjoyed dancing, it was quite a welcome change from concreting as you would imagine. My husband Bob flew in the Wellingtons stationed at the 'drome.
We were married in the town and my son was born at the Maternity Hospital on the corner of Church St. and Victoria Rd, it had about fifteen beds and might have been a temporary place, I'm not sure. Eventually Bob was posted so we moved away, the first of many moves we made but that's how it was in those days.

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