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I was about 20 when the war came, and I lived on a farm with my father and my brother. It was pretty quiet, really, although I remember a British bomber crashing on the hills just near us - the pilot had baled out and the bomber just crashed on its own. It was amazing - sparks and everything going up in the air.

I did a lot of potato-picking - women did all the men's jobs. We didn't have much food, even though we were on a farm; just the usual rations. I remember once I made a pudding for my father, my brother and me out of one chicken wing, plus an onion.

We had two Italian prisoners of war on the farm. One of them made beautiful leather handbags, and my father bought me one for 拢3. I was ever so grateful, and he said, "You may as well have it because you'll never see another one like it."

I had planned my wedding, and then the war ended just a week before the date. What a lovely start to married life!

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