I am one of the last of the "baby-boomers", born in Festival of Britain Year 1951. Of course, as a child one heard stories of what many adults experienced and these stories at times overshadowed our childhoods; to say nothing of the physical signs left behind, the abandoned long air-raid shelters on the school playing fields and the odd brick block house at road junctions. I want to tell my late mother's stories about her experiences, good and bad, during this time before they get lost and I apologise for any lapses, because memories can be faulty or selective.