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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Allan Price on behalf of David Jardine and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

One of my clearest memories during the war was the lodgers we had in our house. We were required to offer people food and lodgings. The other family were in one room in our house, and my mother and father were in another room along with my brother, sister and me.

Because we lived in a farming community the whole process of rationing was not as tough for us as I imagine it was for many other people, but it was still hard going. As a little boy I remember the only sweets we could get our hands on were liquorish sticks, which I hated. The taste is still with me today!

My friends and I were exstatic when rationing was finally lifed from sweeties after the war. It was a big deal for a boy my age.

The images of the war were all around even after it had ended. I remember being on a bus and seeing hundreds, maybe thousands, of planes crammed into Dumfries airfield. They were being broken up and transported away by rail.

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