I will try to give you a few of my memories of those happy days – how lucky we all were to have Polly and Olive to care for us. We used to see quite a lot of them both when they came to Cornwall annually and I always felt sure that before coming Polly would either buy the “Farmers’ Weekly” or listen to some farming programmes as she always talked to us so knowledgeably. We all loved her dearly, she was godmother to one of my three sons.
Jean Fraser and I were the youngest in the House aged 8 and 9. I think that we were quite spoilt although we didn’t realise it at the time! Bed was at 6.30 with milk and biscuits and a story in Polly’s room. Although we were at war and food was rationed, I do think that we were fed very well. Ever resourceful Jean and I decided that our butter ration wasn’t nearly enough so we used to skim the jugs of milk put out in the dining room for tea and shake it up in a jam jar until a lump of butter appeared. A stop was soon put to this practice! We were hardy in those days and probably much healthier than today’s young – do you remember the stone hot water bottles and the freezing mornings?