The Diaries of Russell james Sparrow

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The Diaries of Russell James Sparrow 1908 to 1991

evidence being driven by small boys to the music of their bells and the bells of the many churches in the town. I noticed that at the bus stops most of the passengers crossed themselves before going aboard and after seeing the way the buses were driven and what they carried inside and hanging outside I can understand why! We made base O.K. next day and in the afternoon did a trip to Holland. Next day we were sent to Albert Lodge in London for Yellow Fever injections and we knew what that meant! Tokyo here we come! But it was not to be because after another trip to Holland and a few glider tows Norman the skipper and I were discharged so although it was another month before the final act we didn’t do any more flying. I had a few days leave plus 2 separate Saturdays in Town with Johnnie Bloom and his sister before the great experience of getting demobbed commenced, days of it - Doctor, Dentist, C.O. etc. a night in the Great Eastern Hotel on Liverpool Street and then on to Uxbridge to complete the deal before going on to collect our civvies suits etc. I eventually arrived home at 18.45 on 30.11.45 to a lovely welcome. A civilian once again and behind me some experiences I shall never forget.

Civvy Street once more I was soon back in harness commencing work on 3.12.45 and from then on it was all go, picking up the threads of business, going back into the B.B. and choir, renewing activity in the Masons and the Horticultural Society, and being elected to serve on the Parish Council. 1946 In the summer we all went to Chirk for a holiday. Jean had returned to the Ipswich High School for Girls when we returned from Scotland and Mick had gone to Bosmere Primary (the Need54


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