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- People in story:
- Mrs Maisy Killingback
- Location of story:
- Derbyshire - Blackwell
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- Contributed on:
- 25 May 2005
On returning from a trip to Blackpool with my late husband going through Machester train station I clearly remember the platform being full of children with litttle suitcases and name label around their necks. On arrival back to Derbyshire I realised these children must be evacuees this was apparent when we were ask to take a child into our home. A slight 7 year old child with one decent dress to her name was to become part of our family for a number of years.
I remember we brought her a winter coat as she did not bring a whole lot of warm clothes with her.
She is my name sake (Maisy) and I a still in contact with her now as pen pals. She is now an OAP and I am 90 years young!
From the begining of her stay I told her she could call me "Aunty" but she never called me Aunty just Mrs Killingbank and showed me the upmost repect at all times a real lovely young girl considering she was so far away from home.
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