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Based On The Evacuation Story Of: Marguerite F. Gaston

by Queensinclosure

Contributed by 
Queensinclosure
People in story: 
Mother, Father,Lilly Smith, Peter
Location of story: 
Portsmouth, Sailsbury
Background to story: 
Civilian
Article ID: 
A3794961
Contributed on: 
16 March 2005

War had been declared, mother said perhaps I should write a diary, and I agreed as I did not want to upset her any more than the war already had.
I am to be evacuated from Portsmouth to Sailsbury. Mother and father are pale; they are so upset, as am I. I can't help myself from crying every time I think about leaving my parents.

We arrived at the train station, all I could see were thousands of waving hands; when I got on the train my mother and fathers hands joined them. I realized that they were trying to be strong and trying not to cry.
The train journey was awful, and my heart sunk into my stomach as we left the station; I felt really lonely even though I was surrounded by other children. The boy who was sat behind me thought it was all a fun adventure, and found it quite exciting. He had his big sister with him; I had no one sitting beside me, and able to cuddle me if I cried.
The journey felt like it took a million years, but really it only took 2-3 hours.
I cried a lot on the train, as did most of the other children. I sat next to a girl with curly blonde hair, she cried more than anyone else, she must have really missed her familly; as did I.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones are very nice, and their son, Peter, is very kind. He makes me feel comfortable and at home. He is 15 and very handsome, I lke him alot. So do the other foster children, there are three of us.
I have been really busy. We go to the park every day and we go to the castle atleast four times a week. I enjoy going to the park as there aren't many in the city.
When December came, my parents decide to let me come back for Christmas as the bombs hadn't reached Portsmouth yet. I was glad about this as I had hoped that they would let me come back for Christmas.

The Christmas period was over so the time came for my mother and father to take me to the train station... again.
When we were there, an old lady waited outside of every carriage, and one waved at us, so we walked towards her; she helped us on the train.
On the train, the old lady told us her name: Lilly, and she gave us a cold glass of water and some chocolate, which we thanked her for. in the end I got fostered by Lilly, as no one else wanted me. This rather upset me, but I didn't mind going with Lilly. She was a lot like my grandmother, she had the same comforting voice and smile, and the same smell of roses. I liked her, I liked her alot, and most of all, I was happy!

By Tim and Megan

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