The singing of carols around the streets at Christmas was always good fun, and going Midnight Mass. These were always good times.
The going down to the shelters at in wartime is something I will always remember. And always being told at school to take my glasses off, when we went to the shelter.
My sister saw a V2 going across the sky and got very upset saying that's my mum's house that's been hit, and later mum coming to the school to take us home to help clear up.
No it wasn't our house that got hit, just debris where the blast pushed windows and doors in. But houses opposite the oval got hit. And some of the boys on the grammar school got killed or injured.
I recall many things: going through the cemetery path to church; riding my bicycle to work in the city; the flooding of the river; the train rides to Southend-on-Sea to see my Grandmother & Grandfather; and going to White City to see the athletics.
And then there were the visits to my auntie Win (and children), who died of cancer. Meeting my future husband at C.M.A. Christmas Party was a great thrill. The C.M.A. was the Cable Makers Association, where I worked.
My husband joined the RAF and was with 111 Squadron Airframes and Hydraulics from 1955 to 1960. We moved around many times with the Air Force before emigrating to Australia.
So many things spring to mind but sometimes the names don't come so readily now, as it was so long ago.
Betty Baldwin, Western Australia, 2002
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