Page 56, Wartime deprivation

During the war, they had officers checking to see if any lights shone, if they could see any, they would bang on your door.  One night I was so sick I had caked breasts and Ronaele cried and cried because she couldn’t get milk.  I had a dim light on under a stand so that I could see to care for her and they banged on my door and told me to get the light off.

We couldn’t buy milk, stockings or nylons so the big thing was color for legs – I used many a bottle.

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