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I remember the blackout and chilling sound of air raid sirens and I suppose everyone else felt the same. They were dreadful. Food rationing was terrible, but we were all healthy.

One Friday evening, between 5 & 6 I was going to my grandmother's who lived in
Hume Street. On the way the siren went. As I was crossing Hume Street an aircraft went over and the machine gun started ~ it was on its way to Stockton Station. I was alone and ran into grandmother's house, feeling terrified.

I left school before the war finished and started work at Malleable Works. There were a lot of female workers, but some male workers were starting to return ~ the wounded ones and some coming back with terrible injuries.

My happiest memory was VE day. You couldn't move in High Street ~ everyone was kissing and cuddling, even strangers. I had never seen anything like it.

Ultimately I was called up after the war and was stationed in Germany. It struck me that they had suffered more than us, especially in Hamburg ~ nothing was left standing.

I lost cousins, two brothers killed, one at Arnhem and one in Burma, another killed in Mediterranean.

Balloon site at Browns Bridge. WAAF and looked after that. Three nissen huts there.

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