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- Joyce Kernohan
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- 07 August 2003
I was born in 1937, it was on the occasion of King George the sixth's Coronation. I was born in the back room of a little terrace house in Carrickfergus, it is still there today. I remember we had iron railings around our little front garden, that is if you could call it a garden, it was just baked clay with no growth whatever. I remember one day some men came and took all the railings down; I was told at the time it was to make guns for the war. I also remember a real tank rolling down our street; at that time the War Department owned a piece of land at the top of our street. That same piece of land was used for "plots" somewhere to plant vegetables and potatoes etc when they were very scarce in the shops.
When I was in Primary School I remember we collected something to get a badge saying we had attained a "Montgomerey" status.
On one occasion I was collecting waste paper for the war effort, I called at a local shop called Wilsons in North Street in Carrickfergus, at that time I had under my arm quite a collection of Women's magazines, i.e. Womans Own etc. When I asked if the shop owner had any waste paper she said yes but also suggested I could give her my womens magazines and she would give me sweets in exchange, I got very few sweets as they were rationed and my Mum always swapped them for clothing coupons. I succumbed to the offer and was given not two ounces but a quarter pound of "Liquorice Torpedoes", which I promptly devoured just outside the shop under the North Gate.
We used to get a message from one of the neighbours to say that "Deacon's" in High Street had recieved a consignment of American Apples and every one in the street would send one of their family to quewe for some apples.
Our Christmas toys were also in short supply. One day one of my cousins called at our house in the street, they were there for my doll, I was devastated because I had to give it to them never to see it again, I later found out my Mother had sold it to someone to buy something else that was needed, however, I did see it again minus it's head as my cousins had dropped the doll en route and as it had a delph head it broke into many pieces, I was very young then but I still remember my Mother's dissapointment and most especially mine.
At the back of our house there was an Ordnance Store and an uncle of mine worked there, he gave my Mum an Army blanket one day and she was overjoyed, I suspect it was "nicked" as many things would have been then. The Army blanket was duly made into what called then as a "Siren Suit" for me and I really felt I was the "Bees Knees" when wearing it, it was grey flannel material, one piece, with a zip all the way up the front.
You have got me started now and I could go on for many more pages, however that will be enough for now, there is much more I could recall if I thought about it in more detail.
Your project is a good one and I wish you well.
Regards, Joyce Kernohan.
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