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[billrunnels]

Thanks Glenn.........Your Dad was correct in stating that we had better living quarters etc. in the 8th. I look forward to my association with this Forum.

 

[XBe02Drvr]

Welcome aboard, Bill. You've been 92 years earning your welcome; no way you can wear it out now.
Did you know a flight surgeon named Henry Dantzig? He was in the 303d and many years later gave me the First Class physical for my ATP.
Cheers,
Wes

 

[billrunnels]

Welcome aboard, Bill. You've been 92 years earning your welcome; no way you can wear it out now.
Did you know a flight surgeon named Henry Dantzig? He was in the 303d and many years later gave me the First Class physical for my ATP.
Cheers,
Wes

Hi Wes......Thanks for the welcome. I did not know Henry Dantzig. I was lucky and did not have to report to sick bay while in the UK.

 

[pbehn]

Hi Wes......Thanks for the welcome. I did not know Henry Dantzig. I was lucky and did not have to report to sick bay while in the UK.

Didn't you eat?

 

[billrunnels]

I did but was very choosy in what I consumed. I even turned down so called fresh eggs on mission day. They had been in storage so long the yolk was white. HA HA (powdered eggs were better)

 

[Gnomey]

Great stuff Bill!

 

[pbehn]

I did but was very choosy in what I consumed. I even turned down so called fresh eggs on mission day. They had been in storage so long the yolk was white. HA HA (powdered eggs were better)

My grandmother was assigned two evacuees from East London. They lived with my mother and her three brothers in an old farm house. The evacuees had never eaten a fresh egg and if examined today would be called malnourished. One of the effects of rationing in the UK was that the diet of the poorest in cities went up not down. My grandmother didn't have a farm, the land had been sold but she had enough for a lot of chickens and a few pigs. Poor as church mice but they ate well, eggs not eaten were traded with an anti aircraft crew stationed just outside the village.

 

[billrunnels]

My grandmother was assigned two evacuees from East London. They lived with my mother and her three brothers in an old farm house. The evacuees had never eaten a fresh egg and if examined today would be called malnourished. One of the effects of rationing in the UK was that the diet of the poorest in cities went up not down. My grandmother didn't have a farm, the land had been sold but she had enough for a lot of chickens and a few pigs. Poor as church mice but they ate well, eggs not eaten were traded with an anti aircraft crew stationed just outside the village.

Thank you for sharing this story. It was obvious the British were feeling the pain of war rationing when I was there. As U.S. soldiers we had so much more than they. Sharing, when possible, was a joy. One thing they had in abundance was hart and they shared it freely. I have many fond memories of the British people I had the pleasure of meeting.

 

[pbehn]

Thank you for sharing this story. It was obvious the British were feeling the pain of war rationing when I was there. As U.S. soldiers we had so much more than they. Sharing, when possible, was a joy. One thing they had in abundance was hart and they shared it freely. I have many fond memories of the British people I had the pleasure of meeting.

Of course, I wasn't there I only know what I have been told, When they arrived in Yorkshire they were in a bad state malnourished and infested with lice. They were soon sorted out and cleaned up, fed and watered. The contrast between an East London slum and a falling down old farm house couldn't be greater. The two boys always maintained contact with letters and Christmas cards as they grew up married had families etc and eventually when they passed away they both left her a small legacy in their wills. It was a part of my mothers life that was purely hers, the war was not entirely negative on UK society.

From my travels around the world, no nation is anything like the stereotype, the British are not as portrayed in movies because very few make movies. Good that they shared what they had, frequently in a foreign country a friendly face is worth a lot.