During World War Two Photo: Grace Truman, Memories of War
Photos: Imperial War Museum BBC Vocabulary: Air Raid – an attack where bombs are dropped from an air craft onto a ground target
Vocabulary: Evacuate - to remove (someone) from a place of danger to a safer place Evacuee – person who was evacuated Urban – relating to the town or city Photo: Daily Mail
Vocabulary: Foster Family/Mother – people giving the children a home during the war Billet: the place where evacuees stayed
Children were to bring with them in a single bag: The child’s gas mask (respirator) A change of clothes and nightclothes Toothbrush & Wash things A warm coat or mackintosh A supply of food Plimsolls Vocabulary: Mackintosh – a type of raincoat Lydia Spurrier, Memories of War
The order for evacuation was given on 31 August 1939 over the radio. Evacuation started the following day on Friday 1 st September 1939. Photo: IWM.org Vocabulary: Propaganda - information used to promote a political cause or point of view.
Adults were to remain in cities to carry out their jobs and war work. Vocabulary: Rural – relating to the countryside
Photo: Grace Truman, Memories of War Project Photo: Daily Mail
Barrage balloons Enormous helium filled balloons attached to the ground by wires. Anderson shelters Bomb shelters made of corrugated iron and earth.
After six months however, nearly one million of the evacuated children had returned home. Image: IWM.org Vocabulary: ‘phoney war’ – the period between the outbreak of war and when German bombing of cities began.
The children’s experiences were as different as the evacuated children and foster families themselves.
Sisters: Winifred Sayer (left), Jessie Cleese (centre) and Margaret Taylor. Evacuees are now in their 70s and 80s
Arthur Moy, Memories of War ‘To all the people of Eastry I say thank you for caring for me in my time of need, to all my school mates if any of them still remember the funny kid from the North…I have done my best (to put me memories down on paper), but please remember that I am now 78 years young.’ Last but not least to the memory of Mr and Mrs Martin, who returned some sanity to my life. Their kindness and compassion will always remain with me until the end of my days. God bless you all.’ Arthur J. Moy
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