Home carrying just the head and neck of a turkey. Apparently someone had cut off the body when he was on the tram earlier. Public transport consisted of trams and buses with the rear exposed to the elements. Steam trains were. always a delight to ride on. We watched the massive build up of the forthcoming invasion, D-day. The convoys of tanks army lorries and guns used to slow down at the junction where our house stood. We got a look at everything. Little did we know that a week after D-day on June 13th the dreaded V1 or doodle bug was to make an appearances. When mum could not stand it any longer we left London.

I continued racing side cars. You can never understand why such trag happened. I built a bungalow in Burton Latimer. We were allowed a penny a day to feed each soldier. We were subsidised by the NAAFI. My father w3a stock man. The lavatory was still an earth toilet at the bottom of our garden.

A field was bombed near to us.. We ate turnips for ages.

The bed's were required for wounded soldiers coming back from the First World War. A Morriston Shelter was installed room under which they would all sleep. My dad was a builder. He built many builders in War time Memories. I remember making black out frames when Chamberlain declared War in Sept 1939. We used to have air raid wardens walking around telling you off if you smoked in the street. I remember June 8th X day to and the landing of Infrantry Craft from Newhav where we were stationed waiting for the invasion. We were forced to wade up to our necks and onto the father was a shoemaker with a workshop in his back garden. He worked for Mansfield shoes Northampton. He used to make our shoes for us. I was a home bird really. I met Audrey's husband Paul Rll8 who also went to Wellingborough Grammar school. I went to Sunday school at what is now Dr Spencer house. My parents had a smallholding during the war and I worked for my dad in Thrapston Road. He kept all manner of things including pigs, calves, hens, rabbits, dogs, and cats. In those days people were registered with us for eggs. The police called every month to ensure everything was legitimate. I enjoyed doing this work.. I remember the houses in Eastfield Crescent being built. We used to to keep hens to supplement our living. During the war I was The Women's Land Army.. I would be up and at at 6.30 during harvest time. We would be working until late into the evening. War was declared we v carried our gas masks to Sunday school in in a square cardboard box. It is sad seeing shops closing here. Traffic is heavier here now and I feel that we could do with a bypass My uncle was head gardener for Benjamin Disraeli. My grandmother made Windsor chairs and he would engrave his initials on the the bottom of the chair. I worked on a press in a laundry factory, having left school at the age of fourteen.. However, when War broke out, our work there changed dramatically. Our laundry machine was replaced for machines to make telephone cords and cables. for the Navy Army, and RSF. I carried out this work for six years. You were not allowed to leave unless you were ill or having a baby. At the age of fifty I worked in a Christian bookshop. I went on to become a Foster mother when my daughter was a baby. So many memories are here.

I feel each of the following stories connects with the stories of other people in a variety of ways. grasp of life, prior 2 my birth in 1950 has been really enriched. No one can step into the shoe's of other people. It has been a revelation to have had that opportunity to understand.

Lens story covers life in Wellingborough. War times in Wellingborough. I used to cycle for the ARP in Wellingborough. The unit was based behind what is now Wellingborough library. I remember the German plane going to bomb Coventry. I clearly remember Wellingborough being bombed on a Bank Holiday

Ronald, my husband, was in the Royal Air Force during the war. He created the diets for the officers.. I had a friend who knew Errol Flynn, as he had stayed at their boarding house.

Memories of Wellingborough and how it has changed. It was a lovely market town.

The Jarrow March was not backed by a particular party.. After the war dad returned to the Metropolitan Railway. Everyone was so poor then.

War Time memories. School memories.Resilience and humour in spite of hard ship.