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I was 12 when war started, I used to travel to Oldham on what they called the Delph Donkey. I got a job in Ashton-Under-Lyne at the armoury as a junior short hand typist for the guard and I had to go in at night.
I remember the planes going over head at night, it was never ending.
I don’t really remember anything happening on the VE day, except that I went for a walk with a young veterinary surgeon.
When I was 17 I had to go to Rycroft Electric that made things for bombers. That was war work, they had progress meetings.
Then I went to work at Manchester during the blitz, I went to the work next day. Our building had escaped but there was lot devastation.
My mother had relation in Newcastle on Tyne and she went and visit them, with a suitcase full of tinned food and the handle broke on the station and an RAF man picked it up for us.
We stayed in Whitley Bay in a hotel and we spent every night in the shelter because it was bombed.

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