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We lived in Spital Square in the East End of London, since the air raids became heavy, my Brother, Bill and I were evacuated with our school. It was a long and eventful journey, the train was travelling fast, and one boy, Peter, was leaning out of the window in the door, when suddenly the door flew open, luckily an older boy who was nearby, grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled the door shut. Peter had held on so tightly that he broke some bones in his hand.
At last we arrived at Penzance and were taken to a village hall, where we sat and waited for somebody to choose us. The farmer who choose Bill didn’t want a girl, but Bill insisted that I went with him.
We lived in a big farmhouse, with no gas or electricity , so, instead we had oil lamps downstairs and candles for upstairs. We stayed for about a year, and enjoyed life on the farm

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