As you know, on the 3rd of September, 1939, war was declared. Eric has hand-written his autobiography 'A LIFE WORTH LIVING' and I've typed and tweaked it for him. It will, hopefully, be published shortly. Hereunder is an excerpt:-
"The first day of September is carved deep in my memory, and is one that most others around then would not easily forget. All the occupants of our school, including my two sisters and I, were transported to Liverpool Street station, along with a lot of weeping Mums. We were hustled onto a train, and before long, were chugging through the green and pleasant Essex countryside and then into Suffolk. We were soon to discover that we had arrived in the town of Bury St.Edmunds ('If he's dead...' was added at a later date...) "
Assembled in a place called 'The Buttermarket,' it closely resembled a human cattle market that day
"My sister Kitty spoke up. 'Please, can we three stay together?' We had our wish but were collected by a woman remarkably like the witch in 'The Wizard of Oz, 'accompanied by her daughter, equally lacking in the looks department: a real 'chip off the old block,' poor woman. We three followed them to the place they called home. I half expected to see bats hanging from the ceiling and a cauldron in the fireplace, it was such a gloomy house! After a fitful night's sleep, we were called downstairs and given something resembling thin gruel - which we just about managed to dispose of. 'Oliver' came easily to mind."
"Sunday morning, 3rd September, arrived, and with it the terrible news that war had been declared..."..(having been let out, much like the cat) we were out and about and heard the infamous words drifting through several windows: 'WE ARE NOW AT WAR WITH GERMANY.'
'Everywhere there was a sea of anxious faces. It certainly hit home then."