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I lived in a small East Yorkshire village called Bugthorpe about 8miles from the large aerodrome in Pocklington.
Although we were so near to a busy aerodrome for bombers we were scarcely aware of the war - in fact we had one bomb which fell in a field of sheep.
A rather strange strategy of the 'authorities' was to build a mock aerodrome in our village, mainly made of lights and bunkers.This was manned by a handful of R.A.F. men - they never had a single bomb throughout the whole of the war.
Two events were my main memories of the war connected to evacuees.
The first was when a coach load of evacuees came from Hull after a very heavy bombing raid.It seems that leaving a city and turning up in a little village was not to their liking and they refused to stay.One woman told my mother her story. During the bombing she ran towards the shelter carrying her youngest child and telling her small daughter to hang on to her skirt. Struggling through broken fences and over bomb craters when she arrived at the shelter her daughter had gone. It was probably the first time I had seen an adult in such distress.
Later evacuees came from Sunderland to our little village - a long way from home. We had a young boy, a little older than me. His attitude to life was so different to ours. It must have been so hard for the children taken away from their parents and the only life they knew. The only deprivation I experienced was that I had NO BANANAS!!

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