A Day in the Life 1940

September 1940, we are being bombed what seems like almost every day now. When the government instigated Blackouts, Air Raid Sirens and Church bell ringing to warn of invasion, it seemed so unreal that any of it would be necessary. Even building a shelter was more like making a den we thought we’d never use. When the first Siren went off no bombs came.  There are fires all around us every day now though . I walk past bomb sites and remnants of people’s belongings, remnants of their lives, on my way to the shop to see if there is anything I can spend my ration coupons on. The most sorry sights are the burnt toys and books, paper scattered all around.

At the shop I can still buy certain things. I have to stick with one shopkeeper now instead of shopping around, as our ration tokens had to be registered to one shop.  The Ministry of Food issued our ration books after Hitler managed to stop food shipments coming in from America and other countries. On 8th January 1940, bacon, butter and sugar were rationed. This was followed by meat, tea, jam, biscuits, breakfast cereals, cheese, eggs, lard, milk and canned fruit.  Strict rationing inevitably created a black market, but I don’t have anything to do with it. I’ve bought some jam as I’m going home to get tea and wads ready for the children when they get home from school. Luckily bread hasn’t been rationed. We practically live on bread and potatoes now!

Once I’m home, I’ll be listening to the radio whilst I see what the Ministry of Food has suggested what I can make for dinner. Things like sausage meat pie made with potato pastry, and bread pudding.

I’m making some new clothes by unpicking ones that have got too small, or too worn. I can re use the yarn and knit some winter gloves and scarves for the children, and a new tablecloth for the table at Christmas. I’ve set myself a goal of getting these things done soon before it gets too cold. I’m off out to the WVS later, we’ve got a mobile canteen bringing hot tea to people.

My daughter has left school and now works at the local hospital training to be a nurse. Of course she gets more experience than she bargained for in training now. She works all sorts of hours, but I like to make sure she gets a hot cup of tea when she gets home and some sort of hot meal. She helps me out a lot now, and its been hard on all of us that their Dad has been conscripted and only god knows where he is. We haven’t heard from him for quite some time, but always have some hope. Maybe tomorrow there will be a letter

Keep your pecker up! xx

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