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- Anne Rosa Coward
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- Anne Rosa Coward
- Location of story:听
- South Wales.
- Article ID:听
- A2303975
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- 17 February 2004
In 1940 when I was two years old, we were living in Married Quarters at RAF ST. Athen in South Wales. Every afternoon my mother would take me to the play area where she would put me in one of those baby swings you can`t fall out of. Then she would sit on the bench with her knitting, and chat to the other mothers. But one day disaster struck! We went along as usual and found the grass was all black and sticky. It had been sprayed with tar for (as I found out many years later) purposes of camouflage. But you can`t explain that to a screaming, howling two year old. So my mother simplified matters for me. "A nasty man did it" she said "he`s called Mr. Hitler". From then on no one hated Mr. Hitler more than I did.
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