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I used to stay with my granny in the 50's; 54-55 and she still had the black out curtains up after the war. Only when she moved house that she took them down, in the late 50's.

I never understood until I was a teenager what all the black curtains were about.

I remember a van used to come round, he used to sell parrafin.Granny didn't have the ration book but she still used to buy grocerries, sugar and butter from him.

My Granny's house had no electricity and no bathroom, it was a one up and one down. My Aunty Nancy was born in the home in the 80's.

My Mum failed the medical, but used to work at Weaver Hall and used to wash and dress the dead, she was about nineteen.

My Dad was in the Cheshire regiment, based in Chester for twenty two years. He was in Burma and India then was a Palastinian policman. He saved a train full of people , he diffused a bomb.

We were a family of eight and we used to get him to tell us the old army stories to stay up later. My dad met his own brother in the desert in Palestine. His brother was also in the army. My dad had a collection of fantastic Marching records used to play them but we used to make up different lyrics to them.

He also had a fantastic collection of photograph albums with the full uniform and shorts.

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