During the last year of the war I was evacuted to Allerton Bywater. When I arrived we were stood on the stage of the village hall and I was the last one left when a Mr and Mrs Parkinson, who already had 4 children, took me in for the last year of the war. Mr Parkinson was in charge of the pit ponies down the local mine. Mrs Parkinson used to make the local ice cream for the village. On Sunday's, with her sons, we used to pump the local organ in the church. My parents kept in touch after the war, but finally lost contact.
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