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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Bill Ross of the ‘Action Desk — Sheffield’ Team on behalf of Doreen Lumby, and has been added to the site with the author’s permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
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I was only two when the war began and because my father worked in the steel industry, he did not have to join the armed forces. Instead he had to work 15-18hrs a day, 6 sometimes 7 days a week. I, therefore, did not see much of him but my memory of the early days was of my mother holding me as I stood on the garden gate waiting for him to come home.
One day there was no garden gate to stand on, because it was an “Iron” gate, it had been dismantled and taken to the steel works to be “recycled” into bombs. All the fencing was also taken so my father had to make a wooden trellis and gate. He also made me a bedroom suite from orange boxes, it must have taken him ages to sand down the rough wood.

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