My father was the village policeman during the Second World War, his name was Archie Evans. My mother died there in 1949. We lived in a house called Somersby. I was only 4 when we left, and my sister Carol was 11. My name is Kay Irene and I think I have godmothers in the village, but perhaps they are no longer alive. I have a picture of my mother taken on D-Day, I think with other mums and children in a field. My mother was called Mary but was known as Molly. She is buried in the churchyard but I have only been back to visit once.
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