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I met my husband when I was just 14 and he was 20. We met on a blind date because my friend was supposed to go but we swapped places. I had to lie to him and told him I was 19 in case he thought I was too young. My brother caught us together and told my parents so I had to take him home to meet them. My mum told him that it was my 15th birthday the next day and so he wrote a letter to my mum telling her that he would leave me alone if that’s what they wanted.

We got married in 1945 and went to the wedding on a bus. After the ceremony, we went back to my parent’s house and had tea in the parlour. We went out to the Goose Fair in the evening and stayed up playing cards till 2am. We carried on living my parent’s for a few years.

My husband wasn’t in the army during the war as he had TB as a child so couldn’t sign up, even though he wanted to.

It was my Diamond Wedding Anniversary last week and we have been married for 60 years. My husband is one in a million!

By Gladys Samples — Aged 78

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