Fascinating - do you have an extensive collection? I have collected books (mostly reprints) of 2nd world war memorabilia; but then I also remember the real thing: lying under the currant bushes sneaking fruit, sitting in the air-raid shelter at school, learning to read and knit (nothing to do with food - I never remember a shortage, but then eating at that time was my least favourite thing!) Sneaking out of the bedroom window, squeezing between window frame and blackout blinds, hand-over-hand along to the next window, and back into bed before I was caught ... what else could you do on a hot summer's evening when bedtime was a strict 7.00pm?
Oh yes, Dig for victory - even a cup for vegetable growing/wartime cookery/wartime garden/lots of Second World War letters/photo albums etc, etc. My primary school teacher in the 50s used to make us get in a very deep ditch (huge it was) and pretend to shelter from the bombers as the children did in the war . . . My elder brother, evidently, used to go up to Yanks and say - Got any gum Chum. He used to get lots of candy that way.
Fascinating - do you have an extensive collection? I have collected books (mostly reprints) of 2nd world war memorabilia; but then I also remember the real thing: lying under the currant bushes sneaking fruit, sitting in the air-raid shelter at school, learning to read and knit (nothing to do with food - I never remember a shortage, but then eating at that time was my least favourite thing!) Sneaking out of the bedroom window, squeezing between window frame and blackout blinds, hand-over-hand along to the next window, and back into bed before I was caught ... what else could you do on a hot summer's evening when bedtime was a strict 7.00pm?
ReplyDeleteOh yes, Dig for victory - even a cup for vegetable growing/wartime cookery/wartime garden/lots of Second World War letters/photo albums etc, etc. My primary school teacher in the 50s used to make us get in a very deep ditch (huge it was) and pretend to shelter from the bombers as the children did in the war . . . My elder brother, evidently, used to go up to Yanks and say - Got any gum Chum. He used to get lots of candy that way.
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