Land ladies felt like princesses
IT IS about 2.45pm, on February 5, snow is falling in big flakes, with more forecast, writes Peg Francis, of Winchester Avenue, Grimsby.
Now then, other "golden oldies", cast your minds back to 1947.
My Women's Land Army pal Kathleen and I came home for a weekend. It had been snowing heavily, but we didn't worry, as we had been toughened by our hard work at Wainfleet.
We enjoyed our weekend among our family and loved ones very much, but the snow kept falling, so much so that the railway lines were blocked and we could not leave Grimsby!
We rang our boss, Mr C W Parker, of the Grange at Wainfleet, and explained. He said not to worry, as long as we were okay, and said if we were "hard up" he would wire us some money. He was a real gentleman.
We had a great week's leave, although we had to wash our skirts, socks and knickers to keep decent!
When we got back to Wainfleet our other WLA mates were clearing roads to the RAF camp. My pal Joan and I were awaiting transport to another yard to paint identity marks on anything and everything.
Mr Parker said he'd take us with him. We waited, and Mr Parker came for us in his Rolls Royce, handing us in like princesses. We gave royal waves to our snow and ice removing WLA mates – you can guess what kind of waves they gave us!
Arriving at our destination, we were handed out by Mr Parker, who'd been watching us in the driving mirror, smiling as we'd enjoyed that very special ride!
Happy days – I wouldn't have missed it for anything!