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- ActionBristol
- People in story:听
- Connie Hankinson (nee Pascoe)
- Location of story:听
- Newlyn, Cornwall UK
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A5705499
- Contributed on:听
- 12 September 2005
I was about 12 at the time.
I remember the hockey pitch of our Grammar School being turned into allotments and brussel sprouts being grown. I remember picking them with chilbains. I also remember wearing a gas mask and doing drill.
We lived by the seaside and I remember we couldn't swim in the sea for 5 years because they took down the railings and put barbed wire all round the coast from Mousehole to The Lizard. Newlyn became the base for the WRENS. We had a girl from Queensland, Australia, lodging with us.
There were lots of evacuees from the East End of London who came to stay in the area, which was Methodist. They knew all about pubs. They swore, tied cats' tails together and wet their beds. Their language was awful.
They didn't know that milk came from cows, peas from pods nor carrots from the ground!!
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