mods note - split from this threadSome did live through the after-effects of the war though. My best friend live in one of a group of prefabs sited in a gap between houses in a long row which were close to a factory that had been converted for war-work; there were still other gaps which just had the remains of foundations or parts of walls where we used to play. Some houses still had air-raid shelters in the back garden where we would go in bad weather. There were also the people who still had signs of war wounds; my father had a burn down the side of one leg caused by an ejected shell casing, to which he applied a cream every day to ease the pain, but there were worse, much worse. Parents telling you not to stare at someone with a facial or limb disfigurement caused by enemy action. We knew there had been a war, and we knew some of the impact it had had. Much may depend on where you were; I could see a factory that made ship's turbines out of my bedroom window and passed a former munitions factory on my way to school. I would have thought that for those brought up in Hull, the East End of London, Coventry, Liverpool, Plymouth and similar places, it was even more obvious.
I was preschool and primary school in the '50 and living in SW Essex, there were plenty of visual reminders of the war years, both in the destruction of urban properties, and the continuance of food rationing. My parents generation would repeatedly say,: "the only good German is a dead German," and had a sometimes quite jaundiced view of the French. The UK seemed to still bathe in the glory of it's imperial years, despite announcing that a country x or y was pressing for independence at every opportunity. Aparrently we were omnipotent.
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