A Day In The Life Of An Evacuee

A young boy's diary of his life during the children's evacuation in WW2 and how his family got split up..

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The very next day we were all given a ‘family’ to live with and mine were really nice and friendly. This was good news for me! So when I arrived, I was shown upstairs to a large om which contained a single bed with a HUGE feather quilt on and then we were told to put our nighties on so we were ready for bed. You may have thought that I was worn out with the excitement of the day but I wasn’t at all, I stayed awake for a long time wondering what my parents were doing at home without us. After that restless first night, the lady who was supposedly my “mother” came and told me to get up so I could help with the picking of the mushrooms. She said she would cook them for breakfast. I had never in my life heard such a silly thing..mushroom picking? It was all new to me, but it was still part of the adventure, wasn’t it?!? Surprisingly enough, I learnt later on that, the trip was worth it after all.

She took me across the lane outside the house into a field where she showed me how to pick very carefully, the round brown objects which were growing in the field. When we had filled the bowl we had brought, we went back into the house and she fried bacon and some of the mushrooms and gave us plates of this to eat. I had never tasted anything so wonderful and to this very day mushrooms are one of my favourite things to eat!

The next day, I was taken in a car to meet our schoolteacher, who had travelled with us from Liverpool and was to remain with us for as long as we were away from home. She explained that we would be going for lessons in the village school, and we began to feel more at home with this familiar figure promising to teach us our usual lessons. From then on, our days took on a familiar pattern, going to school and enjoying our freedom to play in the fields adjoining the cottage. Autumn came and went, and occasionally a coach from Liverpool would bring parents to visit us and reassure themselves that we were being looked after and were happy. We felt sad when it was time for them to go back on their coach, but we soon settled into the joys of country life.

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