Kate Geraghty

“I can remember wartime as a very small child, seeing my mother in a tin hat going off on her bike to do ARP work. My father worked in the War Ministry reinstating the gas lighting in places that had been bombed, like Coventry. At night I watched Very lights and tracer bullets on the nearby firing range; the front garden was dug up to grow vegetables. I used to be in Sunday School Nativity plays, progressing from being a white angel to a pink one, which meant you could be part of the Shining Throng, although I never got to be the gold angel, Gabriel.

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