Do you remember Dig for Victory?

Good luck with the book Dan.  I have removed your contact details to prevent spammers and nuisance calls.  Our members will send you a PM.

Hi dan, Yes good luck with the book, this period was part of my early life, but unfortunately I do not have any stories to tell. I can remember all the neigbour's had dug their gardens up and my father came home on leave from the army, gave me a wooden box and said that I had to fill it up with weeds every day while he was away. I don't think anything did get planted in the end. I can also remember getting the fortnight off of school to go spud ucking, god was that cold I'd usually eaten my sandwiches by 10 o'clock.      Well all the best on your book, I would like to read it when you have finished. Perhaps you will let the forum know how you get on.  Regards  Kloggs.

My Dad was a lot older than my Mum, so during WW2 he was in the ARP, but he was also lucky to have allotments down in Kent where we lived.  He used to grow pigs and chickens as well as veg and fruit.  And he used to tell me that the man from the Ministry used to come round to inspect the pigs when they were ready, and that you had to donate half of your pigs to the war effort.  But Dad used to give the man a nice big leg of pork, and he would write down say 2 pigs had been killed rather than the 3 that had really been killed!

Don't know if it's really true, but he always told me that story!

That's a really good idea....... and I have a friend in Aussie who was in the Land Army .... she was shipped out to the country (ours not Aussie's) to help with food growing.

Just the other year she received a medal for her war work as a Land Girl.

If you would like me to ask her if she would be willing to help provide information let me know - I could email her and ask permission to pass on her email address or vice versa. She's quite proud of her war work and has been interviewed for a couple of newspaper / mag articles in the past.

Just a thought..........

I was born after the war but my dad continued to grow veg among a few flowers in the small backyard of a terraced house in London. We also had chickens and rabbits, and I learn't very early on that the rabbits were not pets when my favorite bunny 'escaped' and we had 'chicken' stew for dinner

My dad only just recently told me a story about the time my grandad dug up his entire front garden in the 2nd world war to grow vegetables. He came out early one morning and caught the very very naughty 10 year-old girl from a few houses down the road quietly working along his rows of veggies pulling up his carrots, snapping off the roots and sticking the tops back in the ground.