大象传媒

I have written this story on behalf of my husband, Nigel, and my mother-in-law Diana Mary Devereux.
Nigel has such vivid memories of his stay in Canada in spite of being dogged by ill health that I felt we should record the experiences of one small boy at that time.
My own war was lived out in a Norfolk village where my mother's family originated. Although we had one scare from a rocket and had prisoners of war working the land, and sick or injured American soldiers billeted in Redgrave Hall, life was fairly quiet and uneventful.
I do remember one visit to Harley Street in London to see my godmother when we had to go down to the basement for some reason. On another day we saw lots of rubble in the streets and Winston Churchill, but this small girl didn't really understand what it was all about. It was the atmosphere on both occasions that I recall most clearly.