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- 02 August 2005
I was married in 1938, by 1940 I had a baby. I survived on thirty shillings a week. This to feed and clothe a baby? To keep a roof over your head? I was twenty two.
I had been married for two years when my husband left. He came home on leave, he didn't have to go abroad. He was a Sherwood Forester on the east coast.
In December 1945 he came home. I wasn't able to go out when he was away, I didn't have sufficient money. Never mind, we are survivors. You did what you did and carried on with life as normal as possible.
We had laughs. It kept you going. Everyone pulled together. We had street parties. We would have jam sandwidges, you would save your rations.
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