10 March 2013
Chapter 2 There was once a young girl who always looked out for her Mother. From the moment she had stepped onto that train at Liverpool Station she somehow sensed that her Mum needed looking after.
The child's mother was very young and not used to be alone without family to turn to when she was feeling low. The child turned her mind back to the first night that they arrived in North Wales. She remembered getting of the packed train and walking through dark field like places with some houses scatter here and there, not that you could see them until you where right on top of them due the the war- time blackout.
It was not like in Liverpool here with all our houses in rows and rows of attached houses. With back yards and toilets outside in these yards. The streets where horizontal to the vertical long long roads of shops. Areas all seemed to be built this way in a vertical and horizontal lines in those days, you never got lost or needed to ask your way, design was logic and easy to follow, no need for cars every you needed was within walking distance.
She turned her mind back to the night they got of that train, it was so dark because of the 'blackout', the war office instruction so that airplanes could not be guided by household lights burning showing from windows them the way to bomb there target areas.
The child knew that her mother was so scared. But their mother had her own way of dealing with her fear by pretending someone was just about to met her, this was to hide her fear and not to frighten the child. She was rushing along this dark strange area and shouting many times as she went 'You-woo Billie you-woo", the child still holding her mothers hand and her mother holding the baby so tight she seemed to be fleeing for her life, the child could feel her fear in her, but the child felt no fear at all.
The three arrived safely at what seemed a very big house to this small child it had many people living there. Words like evacuees and families staying together with children under five years old, where comments that were heard many times over the next five years.
The child at this time who was to take care of her mother was just 2 years 6 months old.
A poem was written by the child some years later just relating to this little story. It was called, ' Memories of You'
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