- Contributed by
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:
- Patricia Boggis (Cole)
- Location of story:
- Harleston, Norfolk
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A4605608
- Contributed on:
- 29 July 2005
This story has been submitted to the People’s War website by Peter Quinn of the Lancs ѿý Guard, on behalf of Patricia Boggis and has been added to the site with her permission…
In 1943, I was at boarding school in Harleston, Norfolk; when Norwich was being bombed my three friends and I would always huddle together under the piano.
The day the war ended, the weather was boiling hot and we set off to walk six miles home from the station. We were loaded down with satchels, blazers etc…When we got home, my mother exclaimed, “What are you doing here?” I said, “The war is over!” She didn’t seem a bit pleased.
Staying with my mum and dad, was a private detective and when Norwich was bombed, he ran through the farmyard, past the cowshed and got his shoes and trousers coated in liquid manure. When we said, “Oh dear!” He said, ”Never mind I’ll take it home and put it on my cucumbers”.
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