In 1959 just before I joined the RAF I was given a summer job helping a neighbour who was the scenery carpenter at the old Nottingham Playhouse. My Neighbour ‘John’ had been a prisoner of war at Wollaton Hall. John was captured when he was shot down in a 109 by a Hurricane in the Western desert. Whilst in the Wollaton camp at the end of the war, he and a colleague used to convert ammo boxes and the like into furniture. On a saturday they would get out through the wire and sell their “furniture” on Sneinton Market and go to the pictures on the proceeds. It was whilst doing so he was to meet his future wife. I last saw John a couple of years ago in a local opticians.
John
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