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My father was a Superintendent of a Poor Law Establishment (Workhouse) in Tiverton Devon during the war.

Due to the rationing of petrol a valid reason was needed to travel in a private car and public transort was virtually non-exhistant.

In order to travel to Barnstaple to see friends who were in charge of a similar establishment he carried an industrial frying pan in the boot. If he was stopped on the way to Barnstaple he was delivering it and if stopped on the way back he had been to collect it.

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