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One evening in 1940 my mother was taking my sister and I for a walk. The stars were out and the moon was full, it was a lovely night.
We heard a plane overhead and could see it quite clearly. Then we saw a hole appear in the bottom of the plane, we saw a light them my mother pushed us both on the floor and laid on top of us. Then the bombs started dropping.
They dropped in the road next to our's.
At that time we lived in Liverpool. The next morning we were told that we were going to be evacuated. I was six and my sister was nine, We went by train to Yorkshire a place called Hellifield. My mother paid for us to stay with a very nice family and they treated us very well. I was the family pet as it was quite a while since they had children in the house.
When we arrived at the school the teachers were amazed to find out that we could read.
They thought that city children were not as well educated as the country ones.
We stayed for a year and then were told that our mother had died, and my father wanted us home. I still remeber how kind the people were and the lovely scenery that abounds in Yorkshire.

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