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- Margaret Gryska (Worrall)
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- 04 August 2005
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My best memory is of dancing with the airmen, the Americans, the Polish, all the men stationed nearby. We used to make lots of dates and got quite close, but then the time after that when you arranged to see them again they wouldn’t come – they’d been shot down.
One of the airmen wrote me this poem and letter – his name was Sam Swinhoe.
“Take me to utopian lands
Were symbols of great massed long
Strike faith in love end life
End to all immortal strife
End to all this stupid war
Let love reign on forever more
Well darling that is it, don’t tell me what you think of it or I’ll probably be insulted. By the way I’ve got the words for crazy rhythm. There they are. Maisy dote and dosey dote and little bombs eatiney. A kiddly ding too wouldn’t you.”
I enjoyed the dances you easily forgot about the war.
I was a probation nurse and looked after the servicemens children when their families went out to work. While the new nurseries were being built we used to house them in an old workhouse. We used to store the veg in the padded cell – it was a huge joke to lock you in the cell. Eventually we moved into the new place.
I can also remember the sound of the doodle bugs and hiding under the table. They dropped a bomb on the factory just outside Workshop. We really got to know the sounds of the engines.
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