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I was a child during the war. There were scary times and jolly ones. Although I was evacuated over and over again my mother always came and brought me home, so I spent a lot of time in London in the midst of air raids and deprivation.
In 1945 I went to Howrah House Convent School for Girls. This school was bombed out and we were then billeted in a boys school, occupying the middle floor. I have long since forgotten the name of the boys school but recall that it was in Farrance Street, just off Burdett Road in Limehouse, East London. And what a wonderful time we had there! Every time the boys were let out into the playground for their break a succession of hands went up in my classroom to be excused to go to the lavatory. There we would hang out the windows waving like mad and calling to one another. It was some time before our teacher cottoned on to the realization that she hadn't had an outbreak of Cystitis amongst her pupils!!
Luckily my parents, two brothers and myself survived the six years of bombing and moving house and when the war ended went on to be rehoused to Essex (in the country we called it) in 1946 where we have enjoyed a good life ever since.