From left to right teachers are Miss Middleton?? Miss Dowdeswell and Miss Painter. Mavis is in the 3rd row up from bottom, 5th from left. In the background is what is nowadays the Chinese restaurant, takeaway and fish and chip shop.
Jack and I stood at a carriage window, waving and shouting at Mum on the platform in a crowd of other mums. She told me years later that she went home and sobbed. I still cannot think of her inventiveness and bravery, even now nearly 70 years later, without my eyes filling.
After what seemed like an age, we eventually rumbled past the sentries on Saltash Bridge and into Cornwall, and the train finally stopped in a station tucked into a deep little valley. Was this a foreign country? Our bus followed another down a long, winding hill through strange folded countryside to a village school - granite and bleak - nothing like the brick-and-tile, airy schools in our modern pebble-dash London estates.
Sitting suitcases, and one girl standing, these children wait nervously to find out who will take them in Sixty or so of us were herded into the main schoolroom and the villagers crowded in after us, slowly circling, picking out the most likely candidates.
This auction of children, with no money involved, seemed almost medieval, but I can think of no better way of dispersing us and a good job was done because no brothers and sisters were split up that day. A hand suddenly grabbed my hair, an action I always hated. I cannot be quite sure about my first reaction to this person, older than my mother, who laid claim to me in such a way.
Outside, she called out to someone. You call him Uncle Jack. Neighbours looked out of doors at us. We had been in Doublebois about a week when we spotted the Plymouth train pulling into the station. I stared in wonder. My mother - my mother, lugging a heavy suitcase - was actually trudging up from the station towards me.
She had received our card all right, but had turned up anyway. I have no real idea of how our city-dwelling, middle-class mother got on with Auntie Rose, who came from a Welsh mining village.
But that first meeting must have gone well because Mum told her about the kisses code and our judgment of her. I hope it gave Auntie Rose the pleasure she deserved.
Wartime rationing had nothing to do with it: Us vackies and the local children looked at each other and it was instant war. They only had to open their mouths to be objects of ridicule to us.
A cricket match was organised: A football match followed: Uncle Jack took Jack and me in hand. Who called who names first? He put his arms round us confidentially.
Ripe with imminent puberty, one of her regular games was executing high kicks at the entrance to the local army camp, affording every child and soldier frequent glimpses of her knickers.A few resources for supporting a the WW2 sub-topic of evacuation.
Quotes sheet from evacuees themselves, and evacuation research sheet for pupils to use during the topic, and an example of an evacuee 5/5(2).
72 Short Story Ideas To Supercharge Your Writing Earth within the month, he becomes the reluctant leader of an uprising and the coordinator of an international planet evacuation. Leave a note in the comments if a particular short story writing prompt worked well for you.
Feb 17, · Operation Pied Piper. The evacuation of Britain's cities at the start of World War Two was the biggest and most concentrated mass movement of people in Britain's history. Altogether we enjoyed our time being an evacuee and it was a lot of fun. It was all new living in a café and then a real castle, but loved our home best.
This is the end of my story. Seventy years ago this week saw the biggest mass evacuation in Britain's history. Three million people - mostly children - were taken to places of safety in the countryside to escape Hitler's bombs.
Haydn Farr has sent us the following message. I was a Caerleon boy, and I remember the evacuees who came to our village.
We in Caerleon were sheltered from the war and as young children we had no real understanding of the hardships suffered by those who lived through the blitz.