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"One teacher in particular took great delight in picking on ‘the townies’" |
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Phyl Jones' Experiences as an EvacueePhyl Jones became a "private evacuee" with her Aunt Min in Dorset. Below you will learn something of Phyl's story and her feelings as she became one of the many children evacuated for their safety. During the course of the story you will need Activity Sheets to answer questions. All Activity Sheets are available individually as required on the pages of the story or within the PDF of Phyl's Story (11MB). PAGE 6 0F 6
SAVING FOR THE SERVICES PHYL JONES
Cloze Procedure Choose from the following words to fill in the gaps below on Activity Sheet 14: generous, books, Captain, stripes, Privates, soldiers, bunting, tank, shilling, children, halfpennies, thousand ‘We were always being encouraged to raise money for our ‘fighting forces’ and special fund raising days were organised. Shopkeepers would hang out ............................ and various competitions were held including trying to form a ‘mile of pennies ‘down the main street. Our eyes boggled when as we laid our pennies and ........................, we saw forms and half crowns, and even an occasional ten ......................... note tucked under a coin! We wondered who could afford to be so .................... On one occasion some of the ..................... brought a .................. and a bren gun carrier down into the town and for a penny we ..................... were allowed to climb on them and sit inside. Another scheme was collecting ...................... and magazines - I’m not sure if this was for the waste paper or if they were distributed to the troops. The schoolchildren were given a designated area to collect from. We all started off as .............................. When we had collected one hundred books we were made up to ‘Sergeants’ and given paper ............................ to wear. Two hundred books made us a ....................., five hundred made us Generals and one ............................... the much coveted rank of Field Marshal’.
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LIFE IN THE COUNTRY PHYL JONES
Reforming Text Now that you have read Phyl's biography and memories carefully, fill in the labels on Activity Sheet 13. The topics are:
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LIFE IN THE COUNTRY PHYL JONES During the winter months breakfast consisted of either bread broth,
a slice of bread broken up in a bowl, sprinkled with pepper and salt
and soaked in hot water, or bread and milk. Occasionally we had porridge.
Of course food was rationed but we were well fed as Aunt Min grew
all her own vegetables and there was a big strawberry patch in the
garden so the sugar ration was hoarded for jam making. We also picked
wild damsons, blackberries and crab apples from the hedgerows, which
were made into jam or jelly. Nothing was wasted and as the ‘scum’ was
spooned from the top of the boiling fruit it was put in a dish and
we had it spread on bread for tea.
We were fortunate living near the seaside and in the country. At
weekends we went for long walks. Aunt Min taught us the names of
all the wild flowers and trees and birds. Each year we packed a shoe
box full of buds and sent them to our mother. In the autumn we went
gathering chestnuts and hazelnuts to store for Christmas.
Our parents came to see us for their fortnight’s annual holiday
each year and we hated it when they left knowing we would not see
them again for another year, or indeed if we would see them again.
There were some good things to come out of time spent as an evacuee.
Having been a thin sickly child from birth, every winter having to
be nursed through bronchitis, the sea and the country air were the
making of me and I rarely had a day off school through illness. I
learned to love the countryside. I was allowed to spend warm sunny
days on the beach and taught myself to swim.
It was 1945, the war was finally over and we could at long last
return to London. However, Aunt Min was loathe to let us go. In August,
dad was finally able to keep his promise and came to take my sister
and I back to London. Although I can recall the journey to Lyme as
a six year old I don’t remember anything of the return trip
other than waving goodbye to Aunt Min and promising to write to her’.
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LIFE IN THE COUNTRY PHYL JONES ‘We set off for the nearest station - a five minute walk -
complete with
suitcases and obligatory gas-masks in cardboard boxes slung over
our
shoulders and boarded a steam train to Liverpool Street Station.
Here we
took the underground train to the Bank and then another to Waterloo.
A
sickly, snivelling child, always clinging to my mother, it hadn’t
dawned on
me at this stage that she wasn’t coming with us. I howled but
mum had no
time to comfort me.
Grandma was a quiet, gentle lady although she had been a very strict
parent,
bringing up six children single-handed. Her husband had died when
my
father was seven. Now Aunt Min ruled the household with a rod of
iron. We
soon learnt not to question her rules just to obey them.
With the first Christmas of the war approaching
and mindful of Dad’s
promise we looked forward to going home. We were told Aunt Min had
some friends coming to stay who would be arriving late on Christmas
Eve.
On Christmas morning we were to remain in our rooms and be very quiet,
so as not to disturb them. Morning came and Aunt Min told us to knock
on
her friend’s bedroom door, go in, and wish them a Happy Christmas.
Imagine our joy on seeing our mum and dad sitting up in bed,
surrounded by presents they had brought us. It was not until three
days later when they were packing to go home we realised we
were not going with them. The war was not over and things were
going to get worse.
Some of the teachers at the school seemed to have a down on the
evacuees - presumably because there would be no irate parents to
deal with.
One teacher in particular took great delight in picking on ‘the
townies’,
ridiculing us, much to the amusement of the local children.
Aunt Min
was very strict. We were not allowed to speak at the meal table and
to do so with our mouths full was an even bigger crime - our plates
were removed - empty or not. Each evening as soon as we’d eaten
our tea my sister and I had to wash and dry the dishes, after which I
would be made to polish my shoes ready for school next day. I had to
present them for her inspection and if they did not come up to standard
I had to go over the procedure over and over till they did.
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A PRIVATE EVACUEE PHYL JONES
This is a photograph of Phyl taken whilst she was evacuated. Enlarge the photograph The children found life very different in Lyme Regis. Aunt Min was very strict and they missed their parents very much. They were sent to the local school but found the pupils there had no time for evacuees and often made fun of them. Phyl’s brother left Lyme Regis after passing his Scholarship (the 11+ Exam) as no grammar school places were awarded to evacuees. He returned to London but had to be evacuated again during the Blitz. Living near the seaside and in the country did have advantages. At weekends Phyl went for long walks with Aunt Min who taught her all about nature and the names of all the wild flowers and birds they saw. When the War ended in 1945, Phyl could not return home as her parents had taken in lodgers - people who had been bombed out of their homes. In August she finally came home and found the house had been not been touched by the bombs, though a landmine had fallen and demolished some local buildings. Photograph Comprehension - What does the photograph tell you? Think about: Her expression - Her clothes - Her body language - Her age On Activity Sheet 12 write about "When I look at the photograph of Phyl Jones, I think..."
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A PRIVATE EVACUEE PHYL JONES
Phyl Jones was six years old when the Second World War began. She lived in Stratford, East London with her parents and her older sister and brother. Phyl’s father came from Lyme Regis in Dorset and his mother and his sister, Min, still lived there and they wrote to the family offering a home for the children. This seemed a much better idea than joining the state evacuation scheme and sending the children to live with strangers, so Phyl became a ‘private evacuee'. Just before she was evacuated, Phyl can remember going to school, one evening, to be fitted with her gas mask. Later, she watched her father and their neighbour digging a huge hole in the end of their gardens and then they erected an Anderson Shelter, made of corrugated iron, fixed firmly in the hole. On September 3rd, 1939, the family was startled by the air raid siren and hurried into the Anderson Shelter. This was to be Phyl’s only trip to the shelter as that evening the children were told they would be going on a short ‘holiday’, to stay with their Grandma and Aunt Min. It would only be for a few weeks and they would surely be home for Christmas! The next morning, Phyl’s mother took the three children to Waterloo Station and asked the guard to ‘keep an eye on them’. It was only then that Phyl realised her mother was not coming too, and cried and cried. Aunt Min was waiting for them at Axminster station and they caught another train to Lyme Regis before a taxi took them to their new home.
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