大象传媒

I was bombed out three times from my home in Weymouth, Dorset and have many memories of the air-raids and life during the war.
My father who was a retail butcher bought a prize turkey Christmas 1943 or 1944.It weighed exactly thirty-two pounds and was the biggest turkey I'd ever seen. The Crown Hotel in Weymouth cooked it for us on Christmas Day and my father stood on the Town Bridge in Weymouth and invited the first six British servicemen and six American servicemen to cross the bridge to dinner with my mother and myself.
I remember one of the Americans was an Indian who lived on a reservation.I was completely fascinated by him.The meal was a great success and after it everyone went on their way.We never saw any of them again.
I recall my mother asking everyone to tread carefully as the ceilings on the floor above and on the ceiling below had come down through bombing and there was so much dust.