Memories of a childhood in wartime

Of course they are harrowing to read, but they are also not difficult to understand, because they have a universal meaning.

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My Mum died last year and she only just started talking about the war two years ago. It is divided, in alternating sections, between the past of the camps and the present of postwar orphanages and also, we can speculate, divided between invented and remembered detail. We lived with a couple. The views expressed are theirs and unless specifically stated are not those of the BBC. My Mum and Dad married in Me being the tomboy, I put my foot in the grid drain and got the leg of the siren suit wet so I couldn't sleep in it that night. If one's whole experience of life had been in a camp, considered as something less than human, less than an animal, what might that do to one's perception of himself as a human being or a creature? Because each style has its own formatting nuances that evolve over time and not all information is available for every reference entry or article, Encyclopedia. For instance, the case has highlighted the fact that it is impossible to decide what is authentic testimony and what is fiction from internal textual evidence alone and that there is a place in the canon of Holocaust literature for fiction written by nonsurvivors. Mine slipped off my shoulder as we were heading for the bus, some one shouted "Don't lose that, you've got to keep that with you. How much more te This was a fascinating book. Dad was wounded in Holland in , and was brought home to hospital in Warrington. Mum worked as a machinist during the day, whilst Dad was away, and worked nights at the Kardamah Cafe in Manchester. As we climbed aboard the rice pudding was spilt! He didn't want us to stay in the Shelter, so he took us right into the city centre.

He has no definite memories of his parents and only snippets of his older brothers. My Mum and Dad married in I don't suppose there had been many children in the shelter as it was in the city centre; when we arrived, they started singing songs to keep us amused.

Children take and make their fun where they can get it, and if it's potentially lethal, that just makes it more fun.

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He doesn't realize, at his young age, that most of his early memories are obviously from when he and his brothers are in hiding, but neither of his parents are there. It's the only world he grows up knowing though, so it's utter chaos when he finally leaves the camp for good.

Memories of a childhood in wartime

The man in the next bed gave me a bar of chocolate and then I fell asleep on his bed! What he comes to expect and believe is normal life is life in the barracks of various concentration camps.

I didn't know whether to go with my Mum and sister ahead or stay with my Dad and other sister.

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Children of the Blitz: Memories of Wartime Childhood: Robert Westall: