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I was 9 years old when war started. I didn't acknowledge the seriousness of it. I wasn't evacuated. We went to school in gasmasks and tin hats. I went to Forest Hill Convent School, St Winifreds. The science rooms were bombed in 1941. My father was a chemist. He had to walk from Edgware Road each night to Sydenham if there was an air raid. On VE Day, Father took me to Buckinham Palace, and I saw the King, Princess Elizabeth on the balcony and Churchill. I remember being so happy as my cousins started coming back from France - they had gone over on D-Day, only one was injured. We had an Anderson Shelter and slept there. It was fun. We played games and cards, shared the shelter with neighbours. We went there during the raids - these were frightening and noisy. I think I was more interested in the marrows on top of the shelter.

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