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 David's memories - Templecombe 1941-1952

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David having a bit of fun

It was not till we moved to Templecombe that I realized how I had taken Mother for granted. She was always there, except for times in Africa with Father, as she had always been. Now Father was a parish priest, biking up and down the village or cradled in his study reading obscure divinity books.

It was difficult making ends meet and 'paying guests', including Auntie Bessie, who supplied our first fridge, the Hampshire's and a couple of billeted airmen, stayed in succession.

One morning early she woke me, her voice trembling, to say my Home Guard sergeant was on the phone. Invasion was still possible: Gordon, Hugh were gone, now me? But it was only an exercise and we spent all day pretending to delay a regular Army column moving through the parish. The Railway Home Guard did better than us: they strung exploding fog signals across the road.

She had very painful corneal ulcers. One day I came across her crying, bent over the paraffin cooking stove with its bubbling glass reservoir; in the cold, stone-floored scullery, with no one to help her.

I wish I had helped them more. I wish I'd not taken them for granted, working to keep me in Medical School, long past the age when they could have retired to build rock gardens and fish ponds.

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