My mother, Rose Margaret
Mum was well loved by all the family and friends and always respected
at work. Mum's last job was for British airways - she was in charge of
archives for 20 years before she retired. Mum was an army brat born in
Colchester she travelled far and wide with her family to Germany, India,
Italy and many parts of the British Isles.
Mum often spoke of India, I felt she must have had some of her best and
most adventurous days of her youth there.
One of Mumís stories I heard her tell people was the time that Dad got
a weekend pass before he was to join his unit. Mum was in the ATS at
the time and one of her duties was ACK ACK watch at night. This was in
Salisbury and not one bomb or plane had come close to the area since
the outbreak of war.
Dad managed to persuade Mum to come out on the town for a short while
leaving her post for a quick drink. Unfortunately that night a German
bomber received a hit and was damaged over Portsmouth. The plane flew
inland near to Salisbury and dropped its bombs to lighten its load for
the crash landing.
The next day it came to light that no action from Mumís position was
reported. Leaving your post in time of war is considered desertion in
the face of the enemy punishable by firing squad. Itís obvious this
did not happen the reason being that Dad's captain was dating
Mum's captain and all was quietly forgotten. Love was the winner