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Jenny's Story:

I lived in the East End of London, at Mile End Road and later Beaumont Square 55. I did war work, we made army uniforms. They had dug a trench right round the square, so we could go in there when the bombs fell. One day was particularly bad, our house got hit, none of us got hurt, but when we got back we saw the piano upside down in the lounge and the only thing left was the banisters.

I lived with my father, as my Mum had died and my two brothers had married and moved away, so there was only me to look after him. I had meet my husband through my brother, they were friends. We decided not to marry until after the war in 1946, he was stationed in Iceland, he was a decoder in the war. I remember when he came home, he brought me some sheep skin slippers. An absolute luxury in those days. We were poor, but the community spirit was fabulous. You never needed to lock the door in those days and you always knew which house was tidy, if the front step was white, the house was tidy too.

After the war, we went to live in Harrow on the Hill, where I had a little shop for 11 years. Then we moved to Brighton in 1965, my husband died in 1966 I stayed on in Brighton and remarried in 1970, a musician, he played the sax and clarinet and worked as session man for the 麻豆官网首页入口

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