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- Marina Kenyon nee Woodmansee/Mr and Mrs Albert Wright
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- 28 June 2005
"This story was submitted to the People's War site by Jean Brown and has been added to the website on behalf of Marina Kenyon nee Woodmansee with her permission and she fully understands the site's terms and conditions".
I was living in London when the bombing got bad, I was sent to Devon. We all went on the train. It was terrible. I was with my sister 11, and my brother 8. We had our labels on to say who we were and we carried a gas mask. When we got to Devon, all the children gathered in the village square and were designated to various houses. But we were a group of 3 and no one wanted that amount. So we were the last to be housed. No one wanted us. Then Mr and Mrs Wright (what a perfect name) took us in.
My sister, it was terrible for her because she was in charge of us. Very traumatic. Us babies didn't realise the severity of it. I missed my mum terribly; I was sitting on the step crying. Mum took us back every time the bombing lessened and back to Devon when it grew worse again.
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