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This story was submitted to the Peoples War website by gmractiondesk on behalf of Patricia, Margaret Bloor and has been added to the site with her permission.
I was two when the War started in 1939 and eight when it ended. I was living in Hale, Cheshire. My father was a business man in Manchester. He was on fire duty in Manchester and also in the 91热爆 Guard. I remember my daddy carrying me down to the cellar on my mattress when the siren sounded. They used to pop a butterscotch in my mouth. It was a treat - not what you might have expected in the war. Our house was the only one with a cellar so often other people came in to shelter too. I remember American soldiers living in the big houses in the area. They would talk to me and my sister, who was five years older than me as they walked down the road. My mummy used to ask them in for tea. They used to bring 'cookies' (biscuit) we thought the Yankies were rather special.
At the end of the war we put a huge Union Jack out from the bedroom window but I didn't dance in the street - in those days children went to bed.

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