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My name is George Fairbrother, and I’m 71.
I was at school, living at a place called Latchford, in Warrington, on an estate. We had a lot of evacuees come up from London. They used to stop at different houses. We didn’t have any with us, but we got friendly with them. They were about my age, round about nine or ten. They went to our school temporarily, you know.
Warrington was a very popular town during the war, we had American troops and what have you. But there was never any invasions, as far as we were concerned. You did get air raids, but not a great deal. It was no worry to us as children, looking back. It was quite a pleasant time really. We had to carry our gas masks back and to to school. You had a gas mask case and you used to carry it on your shoulder to school, but it never came to it, they never used gas.
My father used to build furnaces. He was travelling all over the country. That was for the munitions. My mother had nine children, so that was her job. She had a busy time. She had no time to think about the war. We were very lucky, really, because we got more amenities than everybody else, what with rationing and that, so it made things a bit easier on the family. With there being so many, she used to get a bit extra.

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