It could mean going out at 2am and not getting back until 6am, then off to work at 8am. Of course at night we weren't allowed any lights and I had to have brown paper on my front light, I didn't have a rear light, and I had to have a little slit in the paper for the light. I’m not kidding you, I got booked for showing too much light on my bike and had to prove that I was an A.R.P. messenger, but I still got booked. They didn't do anything about it though.

• I was also given 6lbs of sugar and 2lbs I had to deliver to each petrol pump owner because if the ‘Jerries’ were seen coming down the road the owners were supposed to open up the pumps and pour in the sugar to render it useless.
• They also created Emergency Food supplies - sugar, flour and dried milk - and I used to help them with it. They would come by lorries and I would go with the lorry driver to deliver it. One store was the Maltings next to the river; another was the Brandon Park House and also Brandon Hall.
• Another A.R.P. duty was the fitting and checking of gas masks. Baby gas masks and grown ups gas masks. We had to carry them about in little boxes.

I had done 2 years as an A.R.P. messenger then they had the cheek to tell me that I was too young, so I joined the Army Cadets. We did all sorts of things like when we used to act as casualties during exercises. I myself have been lowered from the top of the old ‘corner shop’ on a stretcher for the A.R.P. Rescue Section. There were different sections for the A.R.P., there were builders, carpenters, rescue, as a matter of fact their HQ was in a building by the school. Exercises used to be at weekends and, for example, they would put a big tin on the floor with a label, "500lb BOMB". There would be casualties labeled, "BROKEN LEG", "BROKEN NECK" and one "DEAD". Then we as casualties would have to lay there and be treated and the dead one would be put into a blanket. They would be doing this all night then by 2 o’clock or 3 o’clock Sunday afternoon they would go down to the Old School HQ and have an inquiry into what had happened. It was serious because at that time we did’nt know what was going to happen.

Now, the firemen used to have an old steam fire engine called Louise. It came from Lynford Hall. That was a lovely thing, solid brass, all the helmets were brass. Then war was declared and they introduced the Auxiliary Fire Service. We had quite an efficient crew.

I worked for this Woodrow and in those days the powers that be were buying up anything and the warehouses at the back of the shop were full of galvanised buckets and enamel pails, bins and basins. Swaffham A.R.P. section were given some money and they bought the lot. Cleared it all out over night and it was used for emergency supplies. They cleared the lot! Woodrow must have made a fortune then.

Home Guard

One of the things they had to do, ordered by the Government I suppose, was to obliterate the word ‘Brandon‘. The plaque on the Infants’ School was done with cement and then after the war they tried to chip out the cement. The one on the Market Hill, near the town clock, was just painted out. They removed all signs too.

The next thing was they got some old blowing machines from the Maltings and used them to erect road barriers. They put them across the road and they had lights on them for about 3 nights, after that the novelty wore off. Well we used to sit here in the pitch black, ‘cause it was ‘blackout’ and all of a sudden we would hear a ‘BANG’! You knew what had happened. They did away with them in the end.

When the war went on, and they got a bit more organised, they dug holes in the road in the London Road with little wooden stoppers on so they could sink irons down. This was near the cinema.
The roadblocks were manned by the Home Guard so when the siren went of they would have to come out as well. Something else they put on the road - big lumps of concrete, 5 or 6 feet cubes. I should imagine they were where the entrance to the fuel station on the London Road is now. They put a barbed wire fence between the block and the fence. Now bearing in mind that everywhere was in darkness at night, if you didn't know where it was there then 9 times out of 10 you would walk straight into it. BANG! "What was that?"

Spigot mortar - That was a lump of concrete with a steel cap of about 3", and do you know to this day that bit of steel was as bright as the day it was put in.

The Home Guard was there because of the need at the time. Nowadays it is all treated a bit like a pantomime. But you must remember that these men were old soldiers, some had medals, they knew what it was all about. Though I don’t think they took you into the Home Guard until you were about 17½, the alternative for us was to go into the Army Cadets.

Family

We created our own shelters to start with. The stairs was the best bet. Then people started going into the pillboxes, but we realised we would rather die by the Jerry than freeze or rot to death in the pillboxes. They were terrible. After a week or two we just gave up and did’nt bother. In Park View they built their own at about where the clothing factory was later built. Big panics you see. But then of course the Government issued shelters and so that put paid to that.

Rationing

There was such a terrific shortage of everything, like photographic paper. Even if you could get it and you were walking around with a camera you damn near got shot! You would have been under suspicion straight away for being a spy unless you were a bonafide photographer or war correspondent type. That’s why the only photos we have are the small personal ones.

My mother was a cook and she used to work at Lynford Hall in her youth. She could make a banquet out of a tin of sardines. A lot of people were self-sufficient in veg because they all had allotments and gardens though they had to queue for everything. I was working in the building trade so we had extra cheese ration, if you were working in the Forestry you had extra cheese, we lived on cheese sandwiches. I guess we were lucky living in the country. Father would keep rabbits, he always had 50 or 60 rabbits down the bottom of the garden and he never sold one and we would eat them or friends would get one. They also formed a ‘pig club’. There would be a group of people, and together, they had to produce so many pigs. All the waste food was saved to feed the pigs. As a result of that it worked out that they could get a half a pig. Of course you had to buy it and they had to pay for someone, maybe the local butcher, to kill it and I can see my mother now, we never had fridges, she used to get that half a pig out and rub salt into it.

Another thing, matches. You couldn't buy matches for love nor money. I’ve seen my father cut a Swan Vesta match into 3 to get more use out of them. I tell you what was a craze, making everything into a petrol lighter. The inspirations that went into making them. The favourite one was the old army old bottle made out of brass. What they did was buy a little wheel with a flint on it, then get a wick that went all the way into it and filled the bottle with cotton wool and put a little petrol in it. Hundreds of lighters were made like this. The squaddies would moan that they had lost their oil bottles. I’ve seen them make lighters out of bolts and large nuts.

Salvage

Another thing, at the start of the war there was a big shortage of raw materials. All the iron railings had to go. They simply banged a hammer into them and took them. They just smashed the lot off and dumped them into a lorry. I don’t know if they ever used it as scrap but that’s what happened.

Troops

Of course Brandon was full of troop activity - Rattlers Road camp, Santon Downham shell depot and the old dairy on the Thetford Road was the Army Dental Office. Plus all the local air activity.

Most of the evacuees went down London Road. We had to have soldiers. Anybody who had a spare bed HAD to have a soldier. There was no question of saying, "No, I don’t want one", you did it. If they heard, "Mrs. Smith down the road has a spare bed", then they would put a soldier into the house. Of course a lot of soldiers ended up at Singapore, that’s the other side of it. Women were becoming widows, kids were becoming fatherless.

And of course there were the aircrews. We got to know a lot of them. They used to live all over the town, some with their wives. We didn't really know what they were doing ‘cause they never really said anything.
Guy Gibson (an R.A.F. bomber pilot famous for leading the Dambusters, though killed in action in 1944) used to live in the Riverside Lodge at one time and that was full of aircrews. There were 3 airmen lodged in the rooms at the ironmonger’s. I remember one was called Robinson, whatever happened to him I don’t know. You would see them one day and then they weren't there, then their women would go.

Well we only got to hear what they wanted to put in print or on the radio. The communication just wasn't there. Whereas you can now go on your computer and see what is happening in the world, NOW, whereas then it could take 6 weeks to reach us. Another way to find out was when you saw a bloke you hadn't seen for a while and you could see he had changed. He looked like an old man and he would say something like , "Cor blimey Charlie Boy, I could tell you some things. I didn't know people could be so cruel ..."

I suppose because of the war there had been thousands of tanks across the bridge, but do you know that old bridge withstood all that lot. Then they decided to put in a wooden bridge. Coming into town you would use the old bridge and going out you would go over the wooden bridge. Eventually that old bridge just about gave way though they didn't replace it until the fifties.

Then of course the Americans came in. The funny thing with the Americans was they weren't used to our beer to start with and they would only have to smell the barmaid’s apron and they were drunk. Well, on this particular night it was pitch black, no lights shining, nothing, and me and my mate were going up to the 2.2 rifle range near where the Vet’s up the High Street, down by the river, is now. That’s where us Army Cadets would meet.
Now near where the video shop is in the High Street there used to be a wine merchant. Well, as we came past there we kicked something, that was all right because you did that. At night if you bumped into things you would kick them. But when we kicked this thing it went "OWW!" Just imagine that! A couple of young kids kicking something that went "OWW!" God that put the wind up us!
Well curiosity got the better of us and when we began to grope around it was a Yank. He was absolutely paralytic. Well we thought that we couldn’t leave him there, so we got him up, best way we could, and propped him against the wall. Then we went down to the Police Station to tell them. Jack Dent was what we called a War Reserve - he helped the regular Police - and he said, "Alright Charlie we’ll put that right." We walked from the Police Station to the High Street and I’m not kidding you that by the time we got there there was a Jeep from Thetford with 4 ’snowdrops’ in it (the name given to the American Military Police because of their white helmets).
They picked this Yank up, they didn't lower him into the Jeep, and they just threw him and let him go (between the metal supports of the folding canvas canopy). I thought "MY GOD THEY’VE KILLED HIM!" One said "Ah well, leave him in the cooler, I guess he’ll be sobered up in the morning", and I thought he’d be lucky to be alive!

The Americans had a siding built (at the railway station) for them to unload bombs for the bomb dump at Elveden. Do you know their trains used to come in on Monday mornings and they would start unloading Monday morning and they’d still be going until the next Monday morning. Day in, day out. Up and down, up and down the road. Now these Yanks had to try to camouflage themselves and they would only go up to the sidings 3 or 4 at a time and load them up, then they were away. These Yanks would sit under the trees waiting to be called and they were playing poker. My sister worked there with 3 other girls creosoting pit props for the mines and she said there would be hundreds of dollars on the blanket. She would come home with candy for me, chewing gum, chocolate, and cigarettes for father that they used to give to her.

I can remember standing where the Playing Field is and looking up at the sky and the sky was literally full of gliders and aeroplanes. It was Arnhem.

R.A.F. Lakenheath

As boys, if we had nothing to do, say on Wednesday afternoons (early closing), then we would go to the aerodrome (Lakenheath). They would be loading bombs into the aircraft and you could go in amongst them. Of course there was no security in them days. Well, anyway Woodrow’s got the contract for supplying all the half-inch wire. They must have used over 100 rolls easily. They used to call at the shop for delivery boys and Mr. Woodrow had a pass for people to go deliver on the base. I would go with the lorry drivers to show them where to go. That’s how I know about the decoy site. The dummy aeroplanes were made from old Tate and Lyle sugar boxes, broom handles for guns, and camouflaged, but they looked like proper aeroplanes. Then they built a bank all the way round it and then laid the wire netting on the bank to let the grass grow into it. They used to light this site up at night.

We were there one Wednesday afternoon, they reckon these planes were so heavy with bombs that they used to ‘bounce’ them off the runway. We were watching this plane; he had got near Shippea Hill (a few miles from R.A.F. Lakenheath) when there was one big ball of fire. The whole lot blew up. I can still see the aircrews now, they carried on working but they had had the stuffing knocked out. That was a regular thing for them.

I remember there were some Canadians down on the London Road, of course they used to get on the booze and get up to all sorts of stuff. Well this particular night they threw a liquid soap container through somebody’s window, and they (the house owner) thought it was a bomb. If we saw it today we would say "vandals", but for these blokes they were away from home, on the beer and in the prime of their lives, but they could also be dead the next morning.

Cinema

The cinema was our only entertainment. They used to queue up and I have seen them queue way, way, past the Church Institute. Just imagine 100s of people trying to get in through the doors. Then they had the bright idea of putting those railings up to ‘funnel’ you in.

Every now and then there would be a big bang, or the siren would go. The film would still carry on. I can’t remember them ever stopping the show. There used to be an ol’ girl there, named Tilly Underwood, she would be the usherette with her torch.

That wasn't the original cinema, before, there used to be an old wooden cinema but it got burned down. They built the new one in just 9 weeks and they worked night and day. I always remember it because when we were kids we would come home from school and the foreman would want something from the shop, maybe a ball of string or a packet of fags and he would give us tuppence. We would go to the shop and tell them who it was for. It was a very modern cinema and Towlers used to ship people into Brandon by bus. In those days they had buses to bring people into Brandon to go shopping. You could buy just about anything and at one time Brandon had four bakeries: Clarkes, Zipfells, Hyams and the Co-op.

Enemy Action In Brandon

We only had about 12 bombs dropped on Brandon. One stick was dropped from the Water Works and ended up at the back of the council houses on Thetford Road. We that heard one.

The other incident I remember is the machine gunning of the school. That was at one minute to one. I tell you how I know it was one minute to one ... I was working at Woodrow’s (on the Market Hill), I turned to look around the corner to look at the town clock and just as I put my head around the corner I heard the machine gun. I think the only casualty was a woman standing in a doorway, as the shells hit the ground some of the shingle flew up and hit her in the leg.

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