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I remember that we had jam in tins during the war. we used to save the tins to throw under tank tracks as they were moving and they'd got squashed flat! Father didn't know about this and would've been annoyed. He was a wonderful man. We were catholic and every Sunday he'd walk with us to church and back. In the afternoon we'd have to walk to catechism and back. Everything was in Latin. I've always been a 'wigglebum and a 'fidget' and Inspector kennedy used to stand behind with a stick and give you a poke. He was very strict and used to scare me.

Dad and my brother worked at the munitions factory locally. One day I went along and saw my brother there asleep in a wheelbarrow when he was supposed to be working.

I remember the soldiers marching and the wonderful sound their boots made. The sun used to shine off them.

I felt sorry for the Italian POW's who were stationed near us.

I sang songs at all the concerts they had at Cromford Court. I'd come marching on to the stage, with my brothers and sisters, singing songs. They made me a tin hat as I was the only one of us who sang. Mum was the ticket lady.

My younger sister was a war baby, born in 1941. We didn't realise she was pregnant we just thought she was getting fatter. One day this baby just appeared in a cot in mothers room. We were enchanted. We looked after her as she grew up. mum was wonderful. She always looked on the bright side. She had a woman make clothes for us but I hated them as they were always huge.

It never seemed dark in those days because we had the two extra hours of daylight. we'd share food with all the neighbours who didn't have as much. I loved it and met some wonderful people.

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