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My name is Emily Kett and I’m 92.
During the war, I wasn’t doing anything really. I had a little boy to look after, who wasn’t even in school at that time, so that was my job.
At the time I lived in the Lodge, near Brymbo, in Wrexham. My husband was a miner, so he didn’t have to go into the army, because he’d always been a miner. He died young though, he was only 46 when he died. THAT’S the time that it was hard for me, not during the war, because I was too young for a pension, and I was told that I had to go out and get myself a job. I had my husband with me during the war, so that was ok, because he didn’t have to go to the war. But I paid for it after.
We had rationing, and, mind you, we were healthier in those days.
I can remember when the Germans were trying to bomb Brymbo Steelworks, near Wrexham. They came over, and hovered and hovered, and then they bombed the picture house. And they went back home, full of glory, thinking they’d bombed our steelworks. But they hadn’t! They hadn’t touched it!

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