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I met Mrs Child at a Victory tea dance in Bishops Stortford, Herts. I submit her memory to the website as a volunteer story gatherer with ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ Essex. Mrs Child was dressed as an evacuee, complete with gas mask, and managed to pilfer a lovely plate of cream cakes for me ... Thank you Judith.

I was an army child, my dad was in the army for 21 years, we travelled all over the country and lived in billet houses.
When we were living in Church road, Leyton, one night the siren went off and my mum shoved all of us kids under the table. As she was pushing me under, I cracked me head on the table leg and ended up with my face resting against the wall just as a bomb landed up the road.
The hair on that side of my head went completely white. I had to wear a pixie hat til I was 7!

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