Vicarage Evacuee 1939 1945

A Memory of Buriton.

When I was 3 years old, it was the beginning of the Second World War. My parents lived in busy warfilled, threatened Portsmouth, and decided that I would be safer far away. My mother had joined the WRENS and my father was required to work rather than be called up. So at age 3, I was sent to the Vicarage at Buriton and I stayed there until the war ended when I was 9 years old.