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I lived in a village in Cheshire during the war. We used to get a lot of German planes coming over because of all the bombing in nearby Manchester and Liverpool. When the siren went we used to get under the table for safety. As soon as I was 17 I learned to drive and became a driver in a friend鈥檚 taxi firm. I took a lot of American service men from Warrington Station to the American base. They were my favourite passengers because they tipped well and I often found coins down the sides of the seat.

The best person I ever took in my taxi was a young English serviceman who later became my husband.

Towards the end of the War I became a driver for the Official Car Service. I wore a uniform and had an official badge on the front of my car. I still have the badge, but I don鈥檛 think I was meant to keep it. My son mounted it on wood and I keep it on the windowsill.

When I drove at night we had our headlights partly covered so only a small beam of light fell on the dark road. I got used to this and didn鈥檛 think anything of it.

I was lucky with food because we had a canteen at work.

I loved driving and this was my main memory of wartime. I didn鈥檛 have much time for anything else.

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