Because you can't have depths without surfaces.
Linda Grant, thinking about clothes, books and other matters.

Tuesday, 1 April 2008

What did you do in the war, Grandma?


'I was told I wasn't leadership material, dear.'

3 comments:

Toby Wollin said...

Let's see now..what did my Mum do in the war? Well, she was a nurse mid-wife in Glasgow, cared for the men who were rescued from the battle for the heavy water plant in Narvick, Norway, cared for men from torpedoed French ships(despite the fact that they did not want her to touch them because they decided she was a witch because of her flaming red hair). She delivered babies in everything from a circus to tenements, going out in everything from bad weather to bomb attacks.

60 Going On 16 said...

Despite a fear of heights, my mother spent the Blitz firewatching from the roof of the Odeon, Leicester Square (where she worked). Knowing what she was like about clothes, she probably added a few glamorous touches to her firewatching uniform. But I've often wondered if she still insisted on wearing heels when she had to scramble up the ladder ...

Anonymous said...

My grandma was a nurse in an American Army field hospital in France, World War One.

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