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My lasting Memory of World War II is鈥 was 11 months old and my brother was just over 2 when war was declared. My father enlisted immediately and my mother, who was 27 at the time, went to work for the war effort at Reddaways, Cheltenham Street Salford. My Gran took care of us and we were always with her when she queued for food at the different shops. Every night two flannelette sheets were placed in bed, when the sirens started we were both carried in the warm sheets out into the Anderson Air Raid shelter in our garden. We were placed in bunk beds, to sleep the night away. Whilst my Gran and Mam sat talking through the night. Granddad sat in the doorway of the shelter giving a graphic account of the dog fights with the planes over head. Despite rationing my brother and myself were well fed, probably due to the fact that Gran could make a good meal out of a few scraps. Used garments were unravelled to make cardigans, gloves and socks for us all. We鈥檇 cut up old coats into strips to make peg rugs and try to make the house more comfy. We listened to Tommy Handley and all the shows on the radio that was our life line in the evening.

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