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In world war two my great uncle Alan worked on a farm, because farming was an important job he wasn't allowed to war. He wanted to fight for his country, but he didn't get the chance to. Instead all day long he'd slave away on his farm along with his helper (whose name I don't know) feeding cows and sheep (whose names I also don't know). But at night he would do what was regarded as an even more important job and look after his vegetable patch. Every now and again a man would call to collect food from this vegetable patch and take it away to be made into rations or food for the soldiers at war, in return he'd get extra rations for him and his brother (my grandad) Hayton. This would happen once every month.

My grandma meanwhile was in north cumbria, where she went to school. One day when she came home she walked through the door to find a new face staring at her. This face was of an evacuee from London (I don't know her name). It took a while for my grandma to accept what had happened, but she soon over come it and became friends with the evacuee. The evacuee stated with them through the war. Soon after the war ended the evacuee left and returned to London, where her father was killed but her mother, grandmother and brother still lived.

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