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THE HEATH The language
of the 1781 Heath Award is very hard to understand, but the
part that always pleases me is where it says: MY FATHER Not that he could take much advantage of his rights though. My father came home from the first war and hed been frozen in the trenches. He had special surgical boots but he couldnt work on the land. When the means testing was on, you had to go round a half a dozen farms to get them to say that youd been seeking work, so he had to go round but he couldnt work on the land because of his feet. It wasnt trench feet, thats a different thing; his feet had been frozen and his ankle bone was near his heel. He was gassed as well. The means test was a dreadful thing, it really was. You see, there was no work and you couldnt get Parish Relief, or whatever the poor law was at that time, unless youd been round seeking work. Somebody had to sign to say youd been to that particular place, and I know several farmers wouldnt sign his paper because they said he wouldnt work; but my poor old father couldnt work on the land you see. Then, when the first huts were built at Weybourne Camp around 1935, he got a job decorating inside the buildings and at last he really was on his feet. I think that was the best time we ever had. Money-wise, things were getting better and there were more jobs about. THE WEYBOURNE CAMP It was an artillery practice camp. They had big guns along there, 4.5mm
guns, and an aeroplane going along trailing a drogue behind it. That was
red with a white net tail on the end of it. It had a great pole in the
front with a weight in the bottom to keep the thing upright, and theyd
fire at this as the plane dragged it along. I can remember the first rocket
firing down there. They had an artillery barrage of rockets. I remember
coming down Cross Street when those rockets were firing for the first
time, and the house where Mrs Elsden now lives, that had a tin roof, and
all the nails were jumping out of the roof and running down it. The vibration
was so much!
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Father worked down at the camp on the Nissen huts. Then as the camp progressed and got bigger, there were more Nissen huts, and they had a barrack warden stores where they issued the blankets and linen and everything, and he had the job of stores labourer, until he became barrack warden, and the poor old boy was there until died. In the first part of the war there was a German plane crashed on the marsh up Purdys Drift. There was a great tank trap made out of piping right across the marsh; that ran at angles right up to the beach as well. We boys used to walk along, holding on to the uprights and walking along the pipe, that way we could walk up to this plane. There was bits of it scattered everywhere and there was bullets laid about there in their hundreds. We used to take these damn things to pieces. When I think about it now it makes me shudder: they were explosive bullets and we used to unscrew them and take the firing-pin out, you see. If we had screwed them the wrong way . . .We had all sorts of different types of soldiers in the village: infantry, artillery, armour and whatever. The last thing I remember here were the Essex Yeomanry and they were an artillery regiment with field guns and an armoured vehicle to tow them. They were on the heath, and I remember them building that pylon. They lodged with my Aunt Alice who lived round in the council houses then, and I can remember seeing the plans and thinking how interesting that was to see them build it. It had a hoista lift in itthe pylon did, with a cabin at the top and they went up in the lift to do their spell of duty there. The Eighteenth Division was here until they went to Singapore, the Norfolks and Suffolks and Cambridgeshires they were here training; they were infantry. It was them who laid the mines along here on the beach.
ARMY SERVICE I joined up towards
the end of the war, in 1943, and I went to Carlisle. I tell my children
about this now. They gave me a hessian sack which I had to fill with straw.
We had double bunks and the wires in the bottom were four inches apart
and you lay on that. When you think I came out of a feather bed, you can
imagine what that was like. My first breakfast was a spoonful of beans
and a small rasher of bacon. They put a basket of bread on the table and
I suppose we were about eight of us to a table, and I thought: thatll
go round and thatll come to me when the time comes, and I looked
at it and there werent a bloody crumb left! So I thought, Well
Ill be first in the queue tomorrow morning! |