Old Salt
Senior Member
- Location
- New Brunswick, Canada!
I can identify with unusual playgrounds. Before 1944 when things really got serious, we used to play in the woods and never worried about shrapnel from anti-aircraft guns hitting the trees and bushes to the left and right of us. The helpnessness and terror came later when we sat in our basement and listened to bombs hitting as close as two houses away!Not so much enjoying the war but dropping bombs never worried me Old Salt. I meant to write about the poverty and the gutters and bomb damage being our playground. We in the UK did not have toys and such like as they did in the USA, we made our own fun and were never bored. The Canadian troops would give me sweets and some planes they used for recognition purposes. One even bought me a big tank, which cost him 10/-, that was a lot of money. Then I was always loveable. Could list the games we played in the streets as there were no cars, well one in a long street. Now a person needs a permit to park in it, if they can get one. Modern life, pc's, rubbish on TV, people can keep it, I am now a county lover. Oh, I did listen to Dick Barton on the wireless.
And I am glad that Canadians were nice to you children. I had a similar positive experience with French Colonial (Morrocan?) troops that occupied our area ahead of the regular French troops. It was the first time I tasted Spam. I love it to this day. They also shared lamb and couscous with us, plus their very sweet and fatty tea!
My mother was scared to death with the call of the Muezzin (for lack of a better word) to prayer since it sounded really scary to a western ear! Except for a few small thefts they were very well behaved!
The French, on the other hand, were very arrogant. You saw them coming you'd better get off the sidewalk! They also confiscated everything of value. My mother lost most of her cameras in her shop and we lost our precious radio. What can I say? The Nazis started it all!