Story 1:

The company for which Dad worked was expanding, so they moved to a larger building in another part of London. Dad when with them, and we moved closer to his job.

Looking back I now realize that my parents must have made quite a few sacrifices to enable them to vive me such a wonderful gift.

Story 2:

All 22 squadrons of the RAF were engaged, many twice and some three timers

Our group of 11- and 12-year-olds were no exception.


Areas of destroyed or damaged houses and other buildings were being added to each night; among the early casualties were two neighborhood schools, mine being one if them.

Thus a large number of children fond themselves at loose ends, and many of us gravitated to a quite extensive nearby park each day.

When Alan and me selected team members for a pickup game of soccer, Doreen would be picked between David and Arthur

"Alright, Mum."

"and tell your ma to be up and about real quick0-like."

The alley opened out into another street, across from which was a row of bomber-out houses used my many children as a marvelously exciting playground.


Sorry I'm later," I panted;

Jean smiled. "It's alright, you're not the last."