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I’ve been in Wotton-under-Edge all my life, and was brought up during WW2.

My first vivid wartime memory was the day that the children from Birmingham were evacuated to us in the country.

I could see all across the valley, and in the distance the train arrive at Charfield Station.
My mother then took me down to the town hall where we had to pick a child to care for. Most of the girls were chosen first, and we waited till the end and there was one girl left by the name of Pamela Grayling, who was a little older than myself.

Pamela stayed with us for quite awhile, but then picked up scarlet fever, which hospitalised her. In those days, we did not lock our doors, and we were down the street shopping when someone stopped us and said Pam had been brought back. To our dismay she had been left in the house, in the dark on her own and hadn’t even peeled.

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