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june 2008 Letters through timeImagine we could reach out to our loved ones into the future or from the past. Would it influence our actions today?
21st April 1944
My dear grandchild,
I am 14, and beginning my last term of school. Today’s project is to write a letter across the generations to the grandchildren we may one day have, and tell them something of life in the war....
My Dad told me that the threat had been growing for years, but one evening in early September 1939 it became real. I remember listening to the radio, my questions being shushed, and I was told not to worry.
The next summer the skies exploded and bombs rained down. I was packed off to the country, labelled an evacuee. We got ration cards – they entitled you to what you needed. Some bragged about getting more than their share, some grumbled, but most just got on with it. We knew that there wasn’t any other option, and anyway we were all in it together.
We got an allotment and I helped my Grandad do what was called “Dig for Britain”. We worked together, him telling me stories and we’d have fresh veg for tea!
This article is continued in the June 08 edition of Reform.
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