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- 26 September 2005
Throughout the war- and for some time afterwards- my mother battled patiently with rationing and food shortages and always managed to keep us as well fed as possible. It was a great, unsung effort that she and the country’s housewives made. My parents’ generation had suffered the horrors of the 1st World War — my father fought in the trenches- and they all had the anxieties of seeing their sons, and often their daughters, go off to other unknown conflicts, while at the same time keeping the country going.
This story was collected by Lis Edwards and was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the BBC Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Mrs Margaret James. The story has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
See more of Margeret's stories:
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- 2) “The invasion has started!”
- 3) An incendiary bomb dropped down our bedroom chimney!
- 4) By then, Dad had perfected our air-raid shelter
- 5) It was shattered into a thousand pieces
- 6) Feathers fell like snow
- 7) The Wizard’s Den was one extraordinary exception
- 8) After the frantic years of the Blitz
- 9) Falling asleep in their food
- 10) It was bedlam!
- 11) Hardly Appropriate
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