Evacuation to Wiltshire
– the Manservant
Much of the action in these tales takes place during the period of WWII.
When war was initially declared there was
much panic and concern regarding the children of London. It didn’t take long for the powers that be to
decide that the men will tote the guns and the women will run the factories and
the children will be sent out of harm’s way. Called Operation Pied Piper,
millions of people, most of them children, were shipped to rural areas
in Britain as well as overseas to Canada, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand,
and the United States.
You’ll notice the underlined words in the above
paragraph. Yes, most of them were
children, but some were like my Mum who had come very close to losing part of
her brood and under no circumstances was she about to do so again. She insisted
on being part of the evacuation process.
I would have been about 7 years of age and LS a small
toddler when we made our first foray into wartime evacuation. Oh yes, we did it
many times, after all “If at first you
don’t succeed, try, try again”!
There must have been preparations but I don’t remember them
but I do recall the noise of the train station, the pushing and the shoving,
the crowds of children and people. The
uncomfortable cardboard box strung with string around my body added to the confusion and
fright.
I can’t honestly say whether it was on this train trip or
another of our evacuation flights, with hindsight it probably occurred later
after a long period of “sweets and candies” deprivation. Nevertheless, the
memory stands out very clearly: when I, along with other children, was given a
chocolate bar wrapped in purple paper, I could not believe it was all for me –
the whole bar just for me. It must have made a tremendous impression, because
to this day I still love “Cadburys”!
But I digress. We
arrived in the area of Wiltshire know as Castle Combe. If you’re thinking “Eh I know that name from
somewhere”, you’re right. The movie Doctor Doolittle was filmed there in the
1960’s.
From my very young and rickety memory I gather we were
billeted in a large Manor house said to belong to the Wills Tobacco Company. It
must have been very large because I’ve always thought of it as a Castle! I think it might have been what is now The
Manor House Hotel shown in this picture:
It was not a hotel at that time, it was a one family dwelling. As you can see from the image this is a very imposing
structure, especially to a young mum who was used to living in a one bedroom
flat, ground floor, no grass just a stone area at the back called “the
yard”.
I’m not going to pretend that I
remember everything about our stay but I do recall at least one meal. We were seated at a long, long table which to
my young eyes looked to be about the size of our “backyard”. It was highly polished and shiny and we
three, Mum, LS and I, were the only occupants sitting at one end. This was our first introduction to what I now
think must have been a footman (I’ve watched Downton Abbey). We were served our meals by this very stately
figure.
Wow, you may be thinking, how
terrific! Not so. To my very cockney, very impressionable and
totally overwhelmed mother it was scary.
More scary than the bombs back home, you say? I guess so. Fortunately, the trains ran both
ways and before you could say: “Maybe
it’s because I’m a Londoner” we were home.
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