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My name is Margaret Williams, and I’m 80.
I was helping with the Red Cross. I was 13 then. That was in Glyn Ceiriog. We used to help out every Sunday morning, and make tea and coffee. The soldiers used to march through Glyn Ceiriog, and they’d stop for a cup of tea. They used to come from Park Hall, and walk right down the village, through the mountains. Park Hall was an army camp, so they were based there for training. British soldiers. I did that throughout the war.
I remember the Germans coming over, coming up through the Irish sea, you know. You could see them, because we lived up on the hill. You’d see them coming over, straight over our houses, straight on to Liverpool, and then you’d hear the bombs going over. The German planes were humming, so you could tell the difference.
My father was a colliery worker, and my brother was too young then to go into the army. He went afterwards.
A lot of young men from the village had to go, when war broke out. The saddest day, when others return, and some didn’t. Especially in a village like ours. We knew everybody, didn’t we?

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