Dad had many fond childhood memeories of his Aunts and Uncles and Cousins as they grew up in Peckham. He told me once of the excitement when the coal man came and would fill up the coal hole, creating a fantastic subterranean world for a young boy to play. There was a tale of making a telephone wire out of tin cans and string which stretched across the street to his cousin Davids house. Like many children Dad was evacuated at the start of the war. He went to a village near Yeovil in Somerset with his sisters Beryl and Wendy. Dad was the last remaining child to be chosen and went to stay with a farm worker who was so cruel and unkind that Dad used to hide in the cabbage patch and as he told me "lay low - like Breare Rabbit". Dad used to find his way to where his sisters were staying and eventually a letter written to Grandma Bill in London brought about their return to London. Being bombed out and the upset that his melted lead soldiers caused him.