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As a little girl of 9, I lived at St Erth Station. I can remember the Americans being there, they were building barges for Hayle Wharf. They used to go into the village shop which was next to the cottage where we lived - it was owned by a Mr. Gawl - the Americans used to give us gum and sweets.

There was a plane crashed over near the school and all the crew were rescued.

My father was a Special Constable at St Erth - he had a lovely garden in which were a lovely row of White Marguerites - one day he said "I am going to cut down the marguerites"- when asked why- he said that if the planes saw them, then they could be used as a target to bomb the station.

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