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This story has been inputted on behalf of Molly Sommers by CSV volunteer at 91热爆 Radio Bristol

This story has been added on behalf of Molly Summers was added by a Bristol C.S.V volunteer

During the earlier part of the war my Dad bought an Exmoor mare and trap, in case petrol was unobtainable. In the event we had enough to go out twice a week with an occasional long trip to visit my Mum, though she was at home at the time, but was away later.
(A trap is a small passenger vehicle with a door at the back and no protection from the rain).
One day when cycling home from school I met my Dad with Mrs House driving into the town, and I was embarrassed; which was silly as there was no one I knew nearby to see them; I was encouraged to ride her, but never took to her as I had no idea how to control her, even when walking along alongside. But then, my Dad couldn鈥檛 ride a bike.
Another phenomenon later in the war was the arrival of American girl soldiers. The first time I encountered them was when I was cycling in the town and was overtaken by a lorry full of them leaving behind the most wonderful perfume;. They must have all used the same cosmetic brand and it was very pleasant. A change indeed from the uniforms worn by the searchlight crews who came to the farm for training. When they were unable to train for any reason, some of them came to our house and played endless games of monopoly with us. My sister gave me the game for Christmas and I still have it.

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