There were male Military Police stationed at number 47 Rodney Street and we used to use their canteen if we wanted cigarettes etc. In 1944 I met a sergeant in the canteen when I went in one day.
He told me he had just come home from India. His name was Bill Cox. We got friendly and after a short time we started going out together. I thought he was the bee’s knees. He said he played the piano so, being as we had one in our billet, the girls invited him to come in and play for us. He was very popular with them all.
We used to go to Romiley
Our romance bloomed and we started to visit Bill’s parents who lived in Romiley, Cheshire. We would go there on our weekend passes. One weekend we were going to Romiley and went to catch the train at Lime Street Station. We got into the first carriage of the train and took off our overcoats expecting the train to leave any minute.
After a while the train didn’t go. Bill put his head out of the window to see what was wrong and guess what? It was the only carriage left on the platform, it had not been connected to the rest of the train. We certainly felt real fools having to walk off the platform to face some of our Military Police mates and have them laugh at us. We then had to walk to Central Station and wait another hour for the next train.
In 1945 we got married in Mount Pleasant Register Office in Liverpool and the girls and fellows who knew us gave us a lovely reception at number 47 Rodney Street.
By Kathleen Lilian Cox nee Tirrell