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Dad worked in Ayton Saunders, Hanover Street. Everday he had to walk to work and home because of bomb damage. Some nights he had to do fire watch on the top of the roof, to put out any ‘incenderies’ with buckets of sand. He’d be up at about 5 ‘o’ clock in the morning, clean out and set the fire in the crate ready for my mum when she got up. We kept hens in the back garden, we were plagued by rats which were after the feed for the Hens and also the eggs.

Day old chicks were kept in a box in front of the fire grate till old enough to go into the Henpen. Had out own birds for Christmas dinner. Dad killed them and my sister and myself used to pluck them.

When dad necked the birds they were hung up on the clothes maiden in the back kitchen.

Although only 3-4 years old I remember the sound of the German planes and saw the search lights. Mum worked in the Fazakerley Isolation Hospital Mortway. My mum was often asked to clean and lay out bodies of neighbours or local people who had died.

We always seemed to have nice summers and plenty of snow in the winter. A land mine dropped on a shop at the bottom of our road.

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