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I was evacuted from the Manchester area, together with younger brother Robert in 1939, just before the outbreak of World War II. We arrived in Accrinton, and were taken to a school where we waited to be billited. After we had something to eat, we were taken to Stanhill Post Office where we spent the next three years of the war. (...Read full memory)
Alan and Hilda Slater were my Uncle and Aunty and lived at the post office for many years and were quite possibly the funniest people I ever knew. Stanhill Post Office is reputedly haunted and Uncle Alan took every opportunity to use the story of the white lady to frighten unsuspecting guests. At one party there he pre-prepared (...Read full memory)