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My mum ran a club in Joyes; 20 people gave 1 shilling a week until we saved a £1. When your week came you could spend the £1 at Joyes. She ran this club through the war in fact for a total of twenty years.

We lived on the Uplands estate, and used to meet at the bottom of Tank Hill to wait for the police to escort us to school, past the prisoner of War camp at Purfleet. We weren’t allowed to talk to the German Prisoners, but one day one stuck a small wooden toy through the fence and I took it — it was a monkey on a stick.

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