Joyce McLure's Story
I have lived in the United States since 1961 and have
never met anyone who was evacuated during the war. My
younger brother and sister and I did not leave England,
but were sent to Northamptonshire. We were living in
Wapping, my father moving us there to be safer! Of
course, living right next door to the docks was one
of the most unlikely places to find safety.
That first day of the bombing is still so vivid in my
memory. I actually saw the first bombs drop from the
planes and can remember every detail of that sunny
Saturday afternoon and of the many nights of bombing
I also recall the day we were evacuated, although I
have no idea where we boarded the busses that took us
out of London. We were at the top of the bus and the
only thing I can recall most clearly is that my five
-year old sister wet her knickers.
We arrived at a small village and were taken into the
village hall where the villagers were waiting for us.
A very pleasant grey haired lady spoke with us and,
after reading on our identification labels that we did
not have lice or nits; she examined the contents of
our small bags of belongings. She found them to be
clean and mended and asked if we would like to go home
with her. That was the beginning of our life as evacuees.
There is much more to this story, of course - my brother
was no longer with us having put himself onto another bus!
This is my first attempt to communicate with anyone,
other than my nieces, on the internet but having read
in 'This England' some of the accounts written by
others sent from home during the war decided to take