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Roy Wyss wrote the following, telling of his experiences. He was in a hurry when he wrote his memories down. Perhaps you would like to treat this as a 'first draft' and see how you can improve the 'story'. (There are some spelling mistakes !!)

I, and my 4 brothers and one sister were "bombed out" in West Ham London and we were put on a train and taken to a place called Spaldwick in Buckinghamshire. We had very little to take with us but we managaged to take half a crown a miniture Hovis loaf of bread. We then was taken to a hall in town and the billiting officer started to allocate and get children out to the homes. I was only about 7 and I had not been too well and so I curled up near the stage and fell asleep. I awoke in the early hours of the morning and found myself in the dark and by myself. I did not worry until I found that the door had been locked and nobody knew I was there. I managed to make a noise when I heard a sound outside. Luckily it was the local policeman who after a time managed to get the billiting officer and I was finally put into a bed at a cottage which had Mr. and Mrs. Fuller. Both of them being very reluctent foster parents. I and my brothers and sister had some bad memories and some good ones but one thing was sure there is no place like home.