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This story has been submitted to the People鈥檚 War website by a volunteer from Lincoln CSV Action Desk and added to the site on behalf of members of the Old Uffingtonians Association, which is the ex pupils of Willesdon County Grammar School, with their permission. In this case the author is Edward Hargreaves. The association fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.

September 2nd 1939 will live in memory for more than the hike over the hill of Furness Road across the Harrow Road and down Tubbs Road to Willesden Junction Station. At the time it seemed an endless trek, especially for very young members of our families who accompanied us. At the tender age of 14 and 29 days I found myself in charge of my three brothers aged 11, 9, and 8 and whilst the journey itself doesn鈥檛 really figure in my memory of the day, our subsequent arrival at Barry Road School does.

We were duly herded into the hall and sat upon the floor around the wall and awaited 鈥渟election鈥� by surrogate parents to claim 鈥渙ne boy鈥�, 鈥渙ne girl鈥�, 鈥渢wo brothers鈥�, and so on, but it seemed on many offers were forthcoming for 鈥渇our boy鈥�, brothers or otherwise.

As the afternoon wore on with us sitting there expectantly I suggested to my 11 year old brother that we would have to separate, me taking the youngest and he taking the other one. It seemed that no sooner had they moved a short distance away from us the were 鈥渃laimed鈥� by an affluent looking couple, a Mr and Mrs Ennals, who turned out to be one of half of a farm implement company, Ennals & Cooper. They even had a Nanny and despite being so far from home by brothers appeared to have landed on their feet. Our story had a very different ending however. Night drew in and with just a handful of us still left homeless, in desperation we were put into someone鈥檚 car, driven out to (what we found out later to be) Weston Favell whereupon they were to systematically knock on doors to beg people to take us in, even if only for a night. At the first house they called on, No. 4 Church Road, a little lady put her head round the door and exclaimed she was 鈥渢oo old for that sort of thing鈥�, but the combination of our pitiful look and the persuasive ways of the WVS lady must have made her relent and so we were billeted on Mrs Hughes.

Mrs Hughes was a wonderful old lady with whom we stayed for about 5 months until she was taken ill and could not cope. We were subsequently re-house with a family in the Kingsthorpe (I think) area, where we were bullied by a school aged daughter and ill treated by her mother. We weren鈥檛 allowed in the house until after 6 in the evening and shut out straight after breakfast. With school hours 8 till noon and the constant worry of my now 9 year old brother I asked if I could leave school. As there was a bit of a lull in the war and my mum and youngest brother had returned from evacuation, we returned to London.

A while later when the war had hotted up again and Mrs Hughes had recovered, my two youngest brothers returned to her where they remained until evacuation was officially declared unnecessary and they maintained contact until her death and the youngest one has visited her daughters in more recent years.

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