In the late afternoon of Saturday September 2 1939 we evacuees sat around the walls of the village hall wondering what would happen next. A lot of ladies and a few men were milling about. One gentleman was walking slowly past us like my picture of the King in front of his soldiers. A big […]
I WAS a child of three when the Second World War started, but I have vivid memories of that time. I remember my sister being born in Upney Hospital, Barking, and then being driven with them to Harlow to be evacuated while the bombing raids were heavy. After a short stay with a lovely lady, […]
It was 1945, and as a 15-year-old I had only just started working in a London office. Upon hearing the war was over I couldn’t wait to get home. That was easier said than done, though! I had to get through the crowds in Trafalgar Square in order to make my way to Waterloo station. […]
An uncle of mine was considered too old for active service in the Second World War, and as a civil seivant involved in taxes he was sent to work in an office at Llandudno, North Wales, for the duration of hostilities. With his wife, son and daughter, he moved to a bungalow in a hilly […]
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