- Contributed byÌý
- carmel turner b.1934
- People in story:Ìý
- Mum, Dad and Uncle Simon only occasionally, Edna - 21 -, Ernest - 18 - away studying, and the brat years old, Ernes
- Location of story:Ìý
- Guildford
- Article ID:Ìý
- A2925371
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 17 August 2004
I went to two schools in Guildford, Jenner Street (I think) and then 'Greenacres' for two years. I went to hospital in Warren Road for a week. We lived in Harvey Road.
In 1942 my parents and I moved back to London, Dollis Hill, in time for the raids to start. I went to St. Helen's School in Willesden Green where, despite sleepless and scary nights, the staff carried on as though everything was normal. We got used to our schoolmates not turning up to school because they had been killed or injured and, because of the strongly disciplined school staff we were not affected too much, unless, of course they were our special friends. We Britains were made of sterner stuff in
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