My Story

My Story

my memories evie

these memories were just scribbled down as they came back to me when asked by my daughter Zenah to tell her about Norfolk and my childhood I decided to put them here just as I wrote them at time of remembering they make powerful reading Thank you Zen for help in unlocking my past

This photo was taken outside the bungalow

at the back is Trevor an evacue my sister Babara then in front is Johnny my brother and me Evie

 

I was born 21 september 1941 My mothers 2nd daughter I was born in a small village in Norfolk called Holme Hale. 2yrs later my mother had a son Victor (but I call him Johnny his middle name) 10 september 1943. I didnt remember much about Norfolk only vague feelings and thoughts.At about 6-7yrs old my mother moved us to London I remember being very frightened of the noise & crowds.Johnny and I used to go all over Chelsea where we lived in a hostel, We used to get into lots of scrapes so my mother said. I remember being brought home by different policemen and taxi drivers. One day Johnny and I had wandered off and were playing in a sort of garden or so we thought there were lots of giant blocks with dents in I now know these were tombs.Ide got my dolly with me it had always been with me all my life.Mum had dressed us up in new clothes and told us to sit on the stairs of the hostel and wait for her but we didn't.We were playing leap from stone to stone and missing cos we were to little. I lost a shoe and Johnny lost his coat.We got fed up after a while were also very thirsty & dirty so we wandered off again to get home.

On the way there we saw a man with lots of pictures lined up and people were giving him money.We thought this was nice and went home and got my best picture book and went back the man had gone so we set up our pictures from the book and put my dolly where the man had put some writting on the floor and then we sat down me at one end Johnny at the other.We got lots of money paper money as well.I remember some policemen coming and taking us home in a metal box with no horse it made a horrid noise.my mum took all the money of us and give me a good hiding and took Mary my dolly away and shut me in the room.I was so scared and screamed and screamed and screamed then my sister came in and shouted at me to shut up or I would get another clout.I didn't like her and she hated me that I always knew, later on when I was older my mum used to tell this to other people I asked her what the writting was and she said that the man was a street artist and that he had written on the path "ALL MY OWN WORK"

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