4/28/2005 09:44:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

It was my grandad's birthday today, so we went to see my grandparents this evening. We bought him a garden bench from Homebase- incidentally the same thing he'd receieved three hours earlier from my uncle and his family. As it was his Birthday, and I realised that he was born in 1931, I did the unimaginable. I asked an elderly person about the war. No, really.

It was actually quite interesting. No, I can't believe I just wrote that either.

Here was my relative, an evacuee who I've known for 17 years telling me first hand the stories about know what a cow is, although his friends didn't, because he'd been on holiday to the country before. He also told me he and the other London kids got one of the country kids and tied them up, and set fire to them. Oo-er.

It was weird in a way- it was like watching Spy Watch or taking part in year 4 national cirriculum Histroy. I think all evacuees must have had similar experiences.

The other shock of the evening was hearing my grandparents allude to what the older kids got up to with American soliders who were apparently stationed near by. It's horrifying to think that old people had lives and did non-old people things.

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