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I guess my memories started about the war - maybe before, when there were 'rumours of war'. Our happy hunting ground was the sheepy park - for the Old Kings Station to the Old Govan Road. We went up to KGV Docks to get on a couple of submarines. I did not go down into them, even at that age, I was claustrophobic. My brothers said it was wonderful but I wasn't convinced! Around the same time my father was making torch batteries at our home in Queen Street. This was 1937, he sold them by the gross. They were very heavy and my mother and I carried them up to New City Road in Glasgow every Saturday, she carrying one bag, her and I with another bag between us. We had a huge hut at the top of the garden it was the factory and my dad had put in gas and electricity to the out buildings. My job at that age was to put the brass tops onto graphite sticks. Dad himself doing the dangerous things, like pouring the tar and soldering a band across the little caps that I had punched on with my machine. We all had jobs to do!

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