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- ActionBristol
- People in story:Ìý
- Mike Hinsley
- Location of story:Ìý
- UK
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4425879
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 11 July 2005
My sister was a GI bride — she was 20 when she met Karl and he was serving in Penley, Shropshire. I was only 4 or 5 but I remember turkey products that Karl was getting form the army stores to give to us. My dad used to get extra cheese rations because he was a reserved occupation being a coal miner and we used to get extra eggs and milk from the farmers because we were in a village. The rations went on until the 50s and we were given a day off school each week to dig up the potatoes for which we got paid.
I got TB when I was 6 and without penicillin you either lived or died. I was put in a hospital in Llandindrod Wells for a couple of years to get better.
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