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I remember the milk man coming with a milk float, pulled by one horse, very old fashioned with a back opening carrying at least two churns of milk. He ladled the milk out of the churns into our jug, which we kept covered with lace covers with glass beads around the edge, one of the first thing I ever made. On one occasion I was allowed to ride from the back lane round to the front door on the cart-a great treat!
My earliest memory was wakening in my cot, about two and a half years old, with the air raid sirens going. I climbed out over the side to the horror of my parents who switched the light on as I balanced on the edge of the dropside of the cot. We went from their dining room bedroom downstairs to the cellar to sit under the stone stairs.

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