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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Jabulani Chwaula from WM CSV Action Desk on behalf of Patricia Rodgers and has been added to the site with her permission. Patricia Rodgers fully understands the sites terms and conditions.

I was 12 or 13 years when the war started. I lived in Mosley Street with my mum and young brother.

We turned the front room of the house into a shop. Some weeks it would be a sweet shop and others a vegetable shop.

I had a Three year old brother who one day went missing and we called the police who searched for my brother for a week but nothing came of it.

Above the house there was a factory called Shipley’s saw mills and one Sunday a girl came to the house to say she had seen my brother up at the market. They discovered him, he was crying but okay. He had no bruises but all he said was a man came, gave him an orange and put him on a horse and cart.

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