07-15-2013, 11:46 PM
haikuman wrote:
Do not show this post to Eustace> He may have had dinner with the furor or knows some one that did.
:jest:
Nah, that wasn't me; that was cbelt3...
Our family on both sides had quite enough of war after 1916, so they, and much of the rest of their country, rode "The Emergency" out.
That isn't to say that they weren't effected; take the story of my Father's strawberry patch.
He was in his teens, and money, not to say food, was difficult to come by. So my father grew strawberries on a little vacant plot of land. Gasoline also being very difficult to acquire, older modes of transportation were resorted to; my Father had no shortage of fertilizer.
One day, out of the blue, or rather the gray, a bomb fell on my Father's strawberries. My Father, naturally, blamed the Germans, but there was always some doubt...
This story circulated, and got embellished, until my Father could do a full Captain Queeg on the subject. But family legends do have a tendency to have a core of truth:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombing_of_...rld_War_II
Since Sandycove was quite a short distance from where my Father lived, I can tentatively pin down December 20, 1940, as the day the Germans bombed the hell out of my Father's strawberries.
Eustace