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During the war, I lived in Ipswich in terraced housing and was very poor. Never less everyone helped and looked after each other, 'the door was always open.'
I attended school when I was a child, but as soon as I turned 14, I had to go work in the factory , which was close to Crown Street. The factory was massive, with about 250 machines just in my
room, so altogether there must have been several thousand. The factory made underwear and I earned 3 pounds a week.
When the siren went, I ran to the air raid shelter. It was terrifying. We 'ran for glory'. Inside the shelter, it was very uncomfortable indeed. We would have to sit there for hours or for even the whole day.

My husband was in the navy and he took the Russian Convoy.
'HMS Mackay' was the name of the ship he sailed. The temperatures were so cold that even his tears froze. He sailed to an Indonesian Island where they had to get refugees.

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