My mother's memories of the First World War as a tiny child:
One day I was taken into Newcastle to see the soldiers marching down
Grainger Street to the Central Station on their way to France. I was
held up on somebody’s shoulder so that I could see over the people in
front.
Crowds lined the street, the soldiers marched past, then a deep
moan went through the crowd as the girls came into view.
They were the
nurses also on their way to France. I can remember hearing somebody saying, “The bits o’ lasses are ganning as well,” and the tears rolling down people’s cheeks.
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