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Tableware (Coasters & Placemats) and Wallpaper.
Our despatch times are normal, but Royal Mail & Parcelforce delivery times are varying depending on location - some parcels arrive next day and others are taking up to 10 days, which we have no control over.We will update this message as anything changes.
Happy Childhood In Calmore - a Memory of Calmore.
My family was bombed out of their home in Sholing, Southampton, and we were evacuated to Calmore Road which was then 'out in the country'. We were offered a corrugated hut to live in by Mr Harrison who owned the Nursery, and there we lived until 1946. All my memories as a child are happy ones, but I suspect it was difficult for my parents who had lost everything. The hut was never meant for habitation, and was very cold and damp. My brother and I, along with other children, would sit on top of the hay cart when the local farmer went hay making, which was great fun. We would tramp the fields, unaccompanied, picking bluebells and primroses in the spring. Mother would send us off to the pictures on Saturday mornings (walking of course) to the cinema in Totton, where the main feature was always 'cowboys and indians'. I also remember a 'magic lantern' show in a little house near to where the Upholsterer in Totton now stands, which consisted of a slide show of travel pictures. I too, remember the gas lamps and the milk delivered by cart and horse.
We used to play 'hide and seek' among the rows of tomato plants in Mr Harrison's greenhouses. I have one memory of being carried down into a bomb shelter in Mr Harrison's garden. My first day of school was in a little school in Water Lane - can't quite remember the name of it now. We had Sport's day in a field on the corner of Water Lane and Calmore Road, where I remember winning a prize. That field also housed the siren which was tested every week, on a Monday I think, when you could hear that wailing sound for miles around.
There was an Italian prisoner of war living in an adjoining hut, and I remember hearing him cry like a baby when he got news of Mussolini's death.
During the blackouts, my father rode his motorcycle to work into Southampton docks without any headlights, and there was always the risk of hitting animals in the road in the darkness. I clearly remember the day my mother came out into our tiny garden to tell my brother and I that the war was over....it meant much more to her than to us. Although we were poor, my parents protected us from the horrors of war, and we had a wonderful childhood living in the 'country'.
I doubt much of this will be of interest to others, but it certainly has brought back lots of happy memories to me.
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