- Contributed by听
- 大象传媒 Scotland
- People in story:听
- George McKirdle, Jim McKirdle, Jean McKirdle, Margaret McKirdle
- Location of story:听
- Shearington, Dumfries & Galloway
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4759086
- Contributed on:听
- 04 August 2005
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Allan Price on behalf of George McKirdle and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
I remember when I was four or five years old we had an evacuee family from Glasgow come to stay with us. There was a mother and two young kids.
We only had a three room house, so I have no idea how we coped at the time. My mother and father (Jim and Jean) must have had one room, my sister (Margaret) and I another, and the family from Glasgow the third room.
The didn't stay long with us. I don't think there were very suited to country life, and couldn't settle in a place with no street lights. They eventually moved back to Glasgow. I think the final straw was when they found out where milk came from!
I also remember one Saturday night my family coming home from my Gradfather's house. My sister and I went in to bed, but I noticed my mother and father stood outside watching the skies and listening for a long time.
The sky was thick with enemy aircraft droaning overhead, probably on their way to bomb Glasgow or Clydebank. My father was in the ARP (Air Raid Precaution).
Finally after the war was over, and rationing was beinging to be phased out. I remember getting hold of my first banana! I had absolutely no idea how to eat it and had to be shown how to get into it!
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