NOW ITS LIKE LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW

by Mary Morgan


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 AFTER THE WAR

My next early memory, which always seemed much happier in my mind, would be when I was about seven years old and my mother coming upstairs to wake me up. It was Saturday morning, I can even remember her sitting me on the table in the only back room we all shared, behind the shop. The fire was lit and the room was warm. I can even see her taking my underwear down from the wire line we had across the 'mantelpiece' over the black fire grate. White long sleeved vest, white 'liberty bodice' dark green knickers and long black knitted stockings that were kept up with garters at the top of my legs - and which I knew would be pulled up and tucked into those garters a million times that day before I took them off again.

After I was dressed my mother took me into the shop and behind the counter where she kept all the foodstuffs that you needed "ration" coupons for before you could buy them - like eggs, oranges, etc. There was a long brick red box, which I had seen being carried into the shop just the day before. On the front it had the name 'Fyffes' and another word I had never seen or had any idea what it meant - Bananas!

My mother opened the box and I can remember the lovely smell and the golden yellow of the huge hands of bananas packed in straw in a single row. Upon asking her what they were, she broke one of the bananas off one of the hands and started to pull down the three sections of peel, and in answer to my question she then broke a piece off and asked me if I wanted to taste it.

WELL! Big deal! I didn't much like bananas, whatever they were and I don't know to this day who was the most disappointed, my mother because I had spoilt her surprise - or me.

This must have been towards the end of the war when all the things I had missed out on up till then started to re-appear in the shops again. All the foodstuffs and necessities that I take for granted so much today - just were not around when I was that age, due to the ships that were used to bring them from other countries, being blown up and sunk by the enemy - in the seas around England.


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