Delia Chadwick
A war time childhood, 1940s© Delia Chadwick © Delia Chadwick I was six months old when the Second World War was declared. As my dad was in the reserve army, he was sent off and I didn't know him when I was a little girl. I would say goodnight to a photo of him instead. During the war, my mother was working so my sister and I were sent to live with my grandmother on Parson Cross. My mother was bombed out of the house at Moorgate and went to live in a shared house in Crookes. Then she got a house on Parson Cross too. When my dad came home on leave, he didn't know where we lived as mother hadn't got around to writing to him! At school, if your dad was in the army, you could have a note for a free pair of shoes. I told the teacher he was at home so I didn't get any shoes. I didn't know he was only on leave. Up until the war was over, we lived in the Blackout. No light was to be seen from outside so everyone had blackout curtains at home. After the war, when the street lights came on, all the kids would shout and we would walk up and down the streets looking at people's curtains. I loved looking at the lights in all the shop windows, it was magical! Written by Delia Chadwick, November 2006. |