It was smiler - those school summer holidays went on and on. Never bored, never wrecked anything, but on looking back, I always related to something that became an interest in later life. Case in point; for the first eleven years of my life we lived in the same first floor flat that Mum and her Sister-in-Law lived in through out the war years, whilst Dad and Uncle were away. When I was about nine or ten I discovered in the main cellar the mesh fronted food cupboards- still half full of tins of canned meat and fish etc and in the corner of the cellar was the old, open topped heated copper, still chock full of raw eggs in their shells, preserved in isinglass. Memories of that find in later teenage years made me realise just how fraught a time my Mother and those women like her must have had - menfolk away for God knows how long, black out and bombing raids.Thus I became really interested in the 'home front' and started to research local involvement in WW2 at a time when nobody else was really interested in this aspect of local history - still too raw a subject; I suppose on reflection. I realised long ago that I was given far more freedom than my parents got from their parents. Many things changed after WW1, but it took WW2 to really get things moving - for better or worse, depends on one's point of view!