Christmas 1939

My worst memories are of dried egg, which was revolting, and of the cheese, which was mousetrap. I thought I didn’t like cheese until well after the war, when things went back to normal. I then discovered its delights. Clothes were also on coupons, and a new dress for a special occasion had to be hoarded for and sacrifices elsewhere had to be made. I was lucky in having an older sister whose clothes were passed on to me. She was lucky in having some of my coupons passed on to her.

25 Декабрь 2015|Stanley Gwen