It was decided, Anita and her mum would have to be evacuated to East Anglia away from the bombs, they were sent to a little village by the name of Swaffam. Eventually Anita’s Dad joined them and began working on the local airfield as a painter. The family all lived there until the end of the war, when it was safe to go back to London. Anita had seen first hand what the bombs and the rockets had done to London.



Jack, Anita’s brother who is 8 years older than her, was called up and went into the army, he went to Europe and spent two years in action against the Germans. Jack had many stories to tell of the war.

After I had failed to gain a better education, I had to stay at the elementary school until the age of fourteen. A day after I left school I went to work at the pit. Of course like all the young kids I was excited to go, for now I would have my own money in my pocket. Today when I looked at my Grandson Joel, at the age of fourteen, I think, how could I go to the pits at that age and size, it makes one wonder. Times change so much. I guess, I still can say I didn’t have to start at the age of 9 like my Grandfather.