Memories Of Christmas In War Time | WW2: I Was There
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- Опубликовано: 27 май 2024
- A compilation of wartime Christmas memories from across the UK from men, women and children who experienced a different kind of Christmas during the war years. We hear how communities came together to make this time of year special despite rationing and restrictions. And we are given an insight into how Christmas was celebrated in different communities in the UK from rural England to the big cities, as well as for those away fighting not able to come home. We hear about the kind of food and presents people enjoyed, even with limited means, and how hard Christmas could be for families who had loved ones away fighting during the festive season.
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I Was There: an original series from BBC Studios. The series portrays first-hand testimonies from pivotal moments in WW2, as well as detailed accounts of the everyday life of the soldiers, civilians and children of the time. Memories worth sharing.
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These videos always bring tears to my eyes. A generation gone, but reminding me of my parents and their stories. How I wish I'd asked them for more.
I have my family`s wartime letters, written when my Uncle was serving during WW2. From one of them I learned that my parents managed a small Christmas tree, and decorated it with my Mother`s childhood ornaments, and blobs of cotton wool. We also lived in the country, and my great aunt was a farmer, sending dressed ducks and geese through the post. Our Christmas Day fowl was always goose.
It is crazy how small this channel is, it derserves way more viewers
I couldn't agree more.
My older sister well remembers Christmas 1944 - I was six months old.. The war hadn't quite ended but the blackout was still in operation. I was born in July 1944 and I remember standing on someone's lap bouncing up and down and I grabbed the blackout curtain and pulled it. My sister clearly remembers my mother screaming "get that child away from the blackout curtain". We lived in Gloucestershire which was almost on a direct line between Bristol and Gloucester and bombs were dropped in the area if the Germans wanted to lighten their load before flying home. I remember the serge uniform and brass buttons - I think it might have been my uncle home from France. I certainly remember ration books and the meagre sugar ration up to the 1950s. We may have suffered from bombing but as children, we were a lot safer in those days.
How do you feel today about living that moment? And was it nice being in the war time?
@@secret_shivy As children, we felt safe and cared for. No drunks as no-one could afford it, no drug addicts, no porn addicts predating on young children although I am sure there were a few around. It was boring as there was no TV until the Queens Coronation. Went on the bus to school as it was four miles away. Once a week I would walk/run to school and the same back into town. By saving the bus fare I could buy a cone of warm roasted salted peanuts from Woolworths on the way home! Never told my Mum though.
I can't believe how the world has changed that much in so many years it truly blows my mind .
@@joycoram3820 Don't you remember many families having dodgy uncles? Usually the older girls in the children's group would warn the new or guard the younger ones..
Never go in a room alone with Uncle Kevin/Roland. Why?
Because. Or because he is very handsie...
Quite horrible. Just say you can hear someone calling you.
It really seemed most people had some sort of male relative you guarded little ones from...
It was something that began as some mysterious warning, and everyone appeared to be groped and escape, at some point, then you patrolled, and protected the little girls. A lot of eye rolls over the heads of little girls.
It is quite astounding how it always seemed to be something women put up with. Nobody ever confronted the men. Nobody dobbed them in. Quite unbelievable.
You were warned, at some point, you got groped or touched, took off, escaped and then became a protector. You swapped notes on who to dodge, who was worst...
And older parents seemed to not care. I remember telling my mother very primly, I would not ever go back. with her to visit Mr X. A WW1 officer. Very handsome in photo's, now very old - certainly, to me.
I remember being very disappointed that he was not this honourable hero, any more. I was very Famous 5ish, at the time - and quite upset he had let us all down.
My mother genuinely seemed really peeved she could not use him as a baby sitter anymore.
I was born when Germany first invaded Poland! I believed that Santa was real! Lived in Los Angeles at the time! L.A. was a wonderland! Ñot to many memories, except the black -outs and rationing for the war! Best memories of my life! Christmas was à very special time! My relatives raised turkeys , so we had plenty to eat . War was far àway and of little conceen. I would not change ànything thing! SO SAD THAT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN SO BAD TODAY! With its greed and corruption and drugs! So happy to have lived in America when it was at it's GREATIST!
No, most people did not have a turkey,we sometimes got a ckicken,or a piece of beef for cristmas ,,and all the family got together for cristmas tea,we never had enough chairs, so we put a plank between 2 chairs, and all of us kids would squeeze up. and we all had a good time
My parents remember having Chicken or goose, home reared in the back yards, at Christmas. My grandfather fought with the Desert Rats in Egypt and Birth Africa for the War years. He did make it home, He didn't recognise my mum, who had been 8 when he left and 13 on his return, which broke both of their hearts. 10 days after he arrived home, he went to the shop to buy a Newspaper. Just as he left the house he collapsed and died of a massive Heart Attack in the Street. He was 41
North Africa. Sorry, the comments won't let me edit
It is now 2023 and oranges are as dear as during the War Years, I’d like to find some really good ones as gifts for my family and my few remaining friends. The bright citrus fragrance and juicy segments lightly tossed together in Grandmother’s antique crystal punch bowl marinate with two freshly grated coconut. Since some diners enjoy the addition Timon orthe delicious and long awaited dessert, Ambrosia,the food of the gods
I’m an American woman 75 yrs old. When I was a kid I used to hide under the porch and listen to stories from men who served in WW 2
Thank you for these videos. They are brillant as the very actors of this period of time are telling their own stories. I just love it, so interesting !
If we were lucky we had sausage and mash for Christmas dinner, We had one of my mums old stockings at the end of our bed with an orange and a nut, for Christmas morning , if we were really lucky, we would have a puzzle or a doll or even some sort of game, But because I was a post war baby it was normal for normal folk
Country people did better than people living in town In the country you grew an raised your food But presents was homemade
My father was born in 33 and he always asked for a pound of lead to cut into shapes and melt in the fire....yikes!
My cousins and I used to beg people for their old toothpaste tubes which were made of lead years ago. We would melt them down in an old pan over a bonfire and then pour the molten lead into the hollow in a brick. We would then sell it to the local scrap yard. Nothing was ever wasted and we made some pocket money.
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