I remember the war and running to Air Raid Shelters and our house being bombed, and after the war when they started to build the prefab houses. During the war I, like a lot of children, was shipped out of London; and I ended up in Bunwell, Norfolk living with my Grandparents.
I remember going in the fields looking for silk parachutes which we used to make things. My grandfather kept bees. My brother & I change the jam jars we used to fill with honey and also turned the handle of the extractor.
This was great fun and after the war my father also became a Beekeeper when he returned from the war. We did not have water and bathroom in the house and had to use an outhouse down the yard where my brother was told to walk me to during the nighttime.
He would leave me and then on coming back he would jump out on me and frighten me, so much so that even today I do not like the darkness. I live in New York State, America now as I came here in 1965 at the age of 26.
I was terrified on the plane ride coming over, saying what have I done now. The volunteer Fire stations here have sirens which go off when there is a fire and I still have to cover my ears as they sound so much like the Air Raid Sirens of World War II.
I also remember the Ration Cards and being very poor, so Grandfather having a huge garden & greenhouse was able to sell bedding plants and we then had a supply of food for the table.
We had blackout curtains for the windows and had tilly lamps for light and chamber pots under the beds. Living in Bunwell was a lovely life when young and at the age of 17 I ended up in Norwich, which really had been bombed during the War.
Patricia E Randall-Wetteroth, New York State, USA, 2002
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