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- People in story:
- Connie Griffiths
- Location of story:
- London and Newmarket
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- 22 December 2005
I was seven years old when I was evacuated from North London to Newmarket, Suffolk. I was an avid reader and it felt like an Enid Blyton story. I went with my sister and mu Mum said "don't get separated". When we got to Woodditton, Newmarket. We were the last two children left waiting for someone to take us. Because there were two of us and my sister was 13, people didn't want us but eventually a kind lady took us.
We went to her house, we had to take the water from the well, there was no gas or electric lighting and she cooked everything on the kitchen range - this was strange for us because we were so used to having everything around us.
We lived on a farm. We went to school in the wooden hut that we had to originally had to wait in.
I was there for 2 and a half years, but my sister went back to London because she really didn't like it.
Years later I went back to visit the couple I stayed with.
Being there gave me a love of the countryside and years later I came tolive in Cambridgeshire.
I went back to London and I remember the Blitz, the buzz bombs and mines coming down on parachutes.
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