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Yes how well I remember those times. Going to the Public Shelter every night,until we got one. Then Lugging all t.he bedclothes with us, which it seemed like it was always my turn to carry them. My Mother saying DearGod dont let it drop on us, then she would say after, some poor devil got it. My Father was in the army & there was eight Children out of nine. But with all the hardships, & the Dodging of the bombs, they were the good old days. And how we used to go & see who had the most debris, our neibours or us. There was a lot of Happy Memories,Vera Lynn singing Till we meet again. And my Family winding up the old gramophone, which never lasted for an whole record, & singing. Yes they were not bad days after all. Mary Bullard Snyder

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