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My lasting Memory of World War II is…In July 1942 I was 10 years old and on arriving home from school, I was met with the son of a neighbour, who told me I had to go to his house. On the way, he said “your Dad is dead”. I said, “don’t tell lies”. His Mother said I had to take my brother to our Grandma who lived in Beech Street, Peel Green. I don’t remember how we got there, we lived on the Vicarage - I can only assume the tram. The journey remains a blank but when I got there my Mother, Grandma and Granddad were in tears. My Mother and Grandma must have been telling us some acceptable story…my Granddad said “Maggie …tell the child the truth. It was a fact that my Daddy was dead. Had died 12 July 1942. In 1992, I visited his grave in Glencairn Cemetery Simontown, Cape Town South Africa.

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