During World War Two
Photo: Grace Truman, Memories of War
Vocabulary:
Air Raid – an attack where bombs
are dropped from an air craft onto
a ground target
Photos:
Imperial War Museum
BBC
Photo: Daily Mail
Vocabulary:
Evacuate - to remove (someone) from a place of danger to a safer
place
Evacuee – person who was evacuated
Urban – relating to the town or city
Vocabulary:
Foster Family/Mother – people giving the children a home during the war
Billet: the place where evacuees stayed
Children were to bring
with them in a single
bag:
 The child’s gas
mask (respirator)
 A change of clothes
and nightclothes
 Toothbrush & Wash
things
 A warm coat or
mackintosh
 A supply of food
 Plimsolls
Vocabulary: Mackintosh – a type of raincoat
Lydia Spurrier, Memories of War
The order for
evacuation was
given on 31
August 1939
over the radio.
Evacuation
started the
following day
on Friday 1st
September
1939.
Vocabulary: Propaganda information used to promote
a political cause or point of
view.
Photo: IWM.org
Adults were to
remain in cities
to carry out their
jobs and war
work.
Vocabulary:
Rural – relating to the countryside
Photo: Grace Truman, Memories of War Project
Photo: Daily Mail
Barrage balloons
Enormous helium filled balloons
attached to the ground by wires.
Anderson shelters
Bomb shelters made of corrugated iron
and earth.
After six months
however, nearly
one million of
the evacuated
children had
returned home.
Vocabulary: ‘phoney war’
– the period between the
outbreak of war and
when German bombing of
cities began.
Image: IWM.org
The children’s experiences were as different as the
evacuated children and foster families themselves.
Sisters: Winifred Sayer (left), Jessie Cleese (centre) and Margaret
Taylor . Evacuees are now in their 70s and 80s
Arthur Moy,
Memories of
War
‘To all the people of Eastry I say
thank you for caring for me in
my time of need, to all my
school mates if any of them still
remember the funny kid from
the North…I have done my best
(to put me memories down on
paper), but please remember
that I am now 78 years young.’
Last but not least to the memory
of Mr and Mrs Martin, who
returned some sanity to my life.
Their kindness and compassion
will always remain with me until
the end of my days. God bless
you all.’
Arthur J. Moy
On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song;
Sing along!
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run, run!
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!