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I returned to Dover, Kent in June 1944 at the age of 10 years, after being evacuated for 4 years. During that month and July we were shelled many times by the Germans in France. The shells came over in threes, we could neither hear nor see them coming and the first three had to explode before the shelling warning was sounded!!!

One of my memories happened a few months after the war ended. My sister and I used to go-with lots of other children-to the Odeon Cinema on a Saturday morning. As we coming out around mid-day on this particular Saturday the police stopped us from crossing the road, as a military cavalcade was driving up towards us. Suddenly on the military vehicles stopped in front of us, and out stepped Field Marshall Montgomery. He came into the middle of all of ue children putting out his hands to us. I managed to get near enough for his to hold my hand and pat my head. He told us what brave children we had been and how proud he was of us all. I remembered thinking how tanned he looked.

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