I can remember the rationing in England, too. (That dates me, doesn't
it?!!!)
I remember that Auntie had a big biscuit tin, and each time we got our
sweets ration we each had to put one sweet in the tin, then at Xmas we had a
feast. I can remember the excitement when she opened the tin on Xmas
afternoon, and we could eat as many as we wanted - just for that day!!! :)
Mum's other sister can not eat butter (she is now 100 years old) and I
cannot each cheese, so we each got the other's ration of that!
I can remember, too the day sweet rationing ended. We were allowed to go to
the "Candy Store" down the road, and buy wharever we wanted, and then we ate
till we were sick!! That taught us to be more careful with "pigging-in"
next time.!!!
I remember, too, when I was about 4 years old, being sat on Grandma's dining
room table, and being fitted for a gas mask. I can still remember and feel,
the claustrophobic feeling it gave me!
And my tummy still gives a lurch when I hear the siren go - the Air-raid
siren type is still used out here at our holiday town to call out the
volunteer firemen if there is a fire!
Regards from Liz in Melbourne, Oz
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