Joan Zilva

Text Box: An  account of a 14 year old’s WW2 overseas evacuation based on her letters home


































Chapter Four


Text Box: CHAPTER 4
 October 12th to December 30th 1940
Text Box: Canadian Thanksgiving is on the second Monday in October.
Text Box: More my style!  Dave was always very good photographer.
I got interested in the subject because of him, and took it up again after I retired. 
Text Box: Temporary reprieve for Magnus.  He was sent to the Middle East later, his leg was broken when his tank was blown up and he was invalided back with this and malaria, which troubled him for some years 
Text Box:  Another of those for-mother’s-eyesText Box: “Frosty” McKellar was right.  I got cocky and didn’t work hard enough later.
Text Box: The scientist in me!  These shock tactics for eg the effects of smoking would, unfortunately, fall on stony ground here now.  Though fainting wouldn’t help!     
Text Box: A bit of insight  into
Text Box: Phyllis Harris was a school friend.  The ship sunk was the City of Benares, mentioned earlier. After I got home, when the flying bombs started just before my last school exams, we were again evacuated us to Llandilo in case we cheated in the air raid shelters. 
Text Box: I was due to start learning German at home that year, but the German teacher was at the Eastbourne section of the school. I resented being robbed and only got the chance to try to make good the deficiency after I had retired, when I acquired a German friend.  Things change, thank goodness.
Text Box: It was good for me, because it was the first time that I had had to take a serious initiative by myself and helped me to stand on my own two feet.  However, I was left with permanent psychological scars.
Miss Turner was our Guide captain - totally unqualified to predict the war!
I couldn’t spell Roosevelt!
Text Box: My young cousin, Adrian, said this once when, for some reason, his mother wasn’t there.  It passed into family mythology.
Text Box: Halloween was not much celebrated, at least in England, then.
Text Box: Stella Davies, the friend who is mentioned first in Chapter 1, as my co-tutoree at the outbreak of the war, and I used to walk two miles back from school talking about anything - usually science and it’s history. Stella became a zoologist. 
Text Box: Laura Secord were supposed to be the bee’s knees in “candies”.  Unfortunately they must have met a watery grave.
Text Box: I was not quite so childish about the cat as I seemed!  A bit of tongue in cheek.
Text Box: It was well before the Clean Air Act, and we still had real smogs in England. 
Text Box: I’d broken my ankle skating in the unusually cold winter of 1939.
Text Box: They really made a big effort for me.
Text Box: I don’t think I ever got the enlargement.
Text Box: There was more to leaving the Hays than that.  I suppose I was ashamed of my weakness and behaviour.
Text Box: In fact Rosemary followed in her father’s footsteps and taught PE.
Text Box: Back to drawing plans.  My room had been adapted, especially for me, as a combined bedroom and study.  They really went out of their way for me.
Text Box: First view of Muldrew Lake from landing stage before taking canoe to Cottage
Text Box: The Cottage on Muldrew Lake, Muskoka.
Text Box: 126 St. Leonards Avenue, Lawrence Park, Toronto, then and in 2006