The story of an evacuee begins in the autumn of 1940. Billy says a tearful goodbye to his mother before boarding the bus to who knows where. Everyone else is just as nervous as Billy, even more so when they arrive at the small church hall in a remote town somewhere well away from the city. They stand in line waiting to be picked and some of their potential hosts inspect them as if inspecting livestock, picking the healthiest and cleanest looking ones first. Poor Billy was always one of the last to be picked for football games and he’s one of the last today. A stern-looking middle-aged lady arrives late and is ‘furious’ that all the ‘decent’ evacuees have been claimed. “Is this all you’ve got left?” she snaps at the billeting officer as she sneers at the three remaining evacuees. The lady reluctantly picks the tatty looking red-haired girl next to Billy, before entering into a heated debate about whether or not she should take Billy too. “You did put your name down for two children Mrs Postlethwaite.” the billeting officer reminds her. In the meantime, the smallest child is taken in by a family who’ve agreed to take four instead of three evacuees. The billeting officer pleads with Mrs Postlethwaite but the lady refuses to budge.
The Petticoat & the Evacuee Scene 1
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Sunday School Scene 5
The shopping trip itself was uneventful. Mother went to the fishmongers and pie shop, a home and garden store...
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Dressed Under Duress Scene 9
The boys gulp and glance at each other. “And you both went all the away up?” Again they gulp...
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Sissy Academy Scene 17
Michael kicked his heels as the assistant neatly placed each item into a large carrier bag. She made small...
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The Salon Solution Scene 10
Peter’s friends were well within earshot. He glanced over his shoulder to see if they’d heard or noticed. His...
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Sissy Truants Scene 27
On Thursday morning, Ronald, or Veronica was on the minibus once more. His black eye had been badly concealed...
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PETTICOAT REVOLT
What exotic amusement and delight I find in tantalizing and provoking my maid, “Jeanne”—my demure, sweet little “Jeanne,” until...
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Mothers Sissy’s in Trouble Scene 10
We both moaned that we neither wanted to, nor needed to wear nappies for bed, but mum was...
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The Milk Run Scene 7
Tarquin sank deeper in the water till only his head could be seen. “This is a nightmare!” “No...