£25 STAR LETTER
I remember vividly the day dad came home from war
With it being Remembrance Sunday, I have been looking back on what happened to my family during the Second World War.
I was born in 1940 in Harthill and lived with my mum, gran and grandpa, Aunt Nan and my great-gran. It was quite crowded in our small home.
My dad was not on the scene. He was in the Army and was posted in Yorkshire when I was born.
He got a week’s leave to come and see his wife and new-born child before he had to return to his post.
Little did they all know I would be six before he saw me again. I am now 77 and remember the day my dad came home as if it were yesterday.
We were all waiting on the platform for his train. When he arrived, thin and pale but smiling, we all hugged and then shed tears. In the taxi home, he cuddled me and I sang to him You Are My Sunshine.
It seemed like the whole village lined the street to welcome us. There were cheers and everybody was delighted he was home at last.
I didn’t know it then, but he had been a prisoner of war to the Japanese at the fall of Singapore. He eventually ended up working on the Burma railway and was missing, believed dead, for several years.
When he got home, he weighed less than six stone. The good news is he went on to make a full recovery and enjoyed a very happy life with my mum, me and my little sister Joy who was born in 1949.
Anne Curle nee Weir