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The worst thing in the war was the doodlebugs. One day I was walking down Tottenham Court Road and one stopped right over me. I lay down on the ground and it went just one street further. If I had walked faster I might have caught up with it, or rather it might have caught up with me.
I wouldn't want young people nowadays to live through it, but that's what I did - lived through it! I remember going out with Yanks to dances, after all you never knew if there'd be a tomorrow. Getting ready for night out was interesting, with shortages of stockings. You used gravy browning to paint your legs, then drew a line up the back for the 'stocking' effect.
I made my wedding dress from black market fabric - blue, painted with anemones.
I lost one brother during the war and another emerged from Belsen concentration camp with other survivors, looking like a skeleton.
War was an experience, it taught about life.

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