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- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:Ìý
- Edith Rigby
- Location of story:Ìý
- Stockport
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5955906
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 29 September 2005
This story has been submitted by Margaret Payne of the Lancashire ³ÉÈË¿ìÊÖ Guard on behalf of Mrs Edith Rigby and has been added to the site with her permission.
When war broke out, I was 19 years’ old. My sister, Violet, joined the ATS and the choice of going in a Munitions Factory or going on the trams — I chose the trams. They were horrible, cold, and not very nice to work on as they were open-topped and open at the back where the passengers got on.
One of the worst jobs was when the overhead pulley came off the wire when the tram turned a corner; I had to jump off the tram and put the pulley on again. Imagine doing this in the pitch black (black-out) it used to flash and blind you!
After 12 months they moved us up to the busses which were much more comfortable to work on. I met my then future husband in the Depot — he was due to go on embarkation leave abroad. He was a driver on the busses. He was away until 1945 and he came home in the August and we were married in the November.
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