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Marion Howard, Evelyn & Patrick Grogan
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Darwen, Lancashire
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01 April 2005

I was five years old when war broke out and as a child, everything that happened just seemed normal.

We grew up with the war.

I remember my mum hanging out the washing and a German bomber came in that low that when she looked up, she could see the pilot's face - shee looked at him, and he looked at her - she screamed and ran inside.

At school, we were given a gas mask and we had a practice every wekk - and if you turned up at school without it, you were sent home to go and get it ... and you were given hell!

Everything was on coupons an dyou had to queue up for things like potatoes and cigarettes. You couldn't get any fruit, you only had one egg a week - so we had dried egg powder instead.

Sometimes we didn't have time to get to the air-raid shelters so the teacher would say "get under thee desk and start praying" ... and we would.

Food was rationed, especially meat, so my mother would make broth with sheep's head, rabbit pie was popular because it wasn't rationed - the whole family got upset when my dad killed our pet rabbit and made it into a pie. We called him a murderer and none of the children would eat it.

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Posted on: 01 April 2005 by Sam Houldsworth

Hi Marion,
Reading your contribution to this site,it makes me think that the bomber that came over Longton Street that day ,would be the same one that I refer to in my own entry.The bit regarding the one egg a week,well I was a bit more fotunate that you were.My dad kept a hen pen on the Rosehill site so I was able to share a egg every day,dad ate the white and I ate the yolk,and if I remember we used the "Daliy Dispatch " as a table cloth

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