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RayD
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In a recent posting on places I had lived, I forgot to mention that I was a WW2 evacuee and was parted from my family at the age of 7, for 4 years. My parents only requested my return when my brother was killed in the N. Africa campaign.
We knew little of the war, living in a sleepy little village called Dymock,
(Glos.)
I lived in three foster homes, and will be eternally grateful to the families that looked after us during this terrible time in our history.
Alas, they have passed away now, but I make a point of visiting the village, whenever we are in the area, and record my thanks in the church visitors book.
Take a peep in the Rogues Gallery,can you believe I was once a choirboy. :!: :!:
Memories of happy and sad times.
We knew little of the war, living in a sleepy little village called Dymock,
(Glos.)
I lived in three foster homes, and will be eternally grateful to the families that looked after us during this terrible time in our history.
Alas, they have passed away now, but I make a point of visiting the village, whenever we are in the area, and record my thanks in the church visitors book.
Take a peep in the Rogues Gallery,can you believe I was once a choirboy. :!: :!:
Memories of happy and sad times.