Kath Paul

I was born while my father was in the forces in the First World War. I was six weeks old when he had to go abroad. He came home when I was two. 'Course my eldest sister died and my youngest sister did so there was only me to be brought up. I think that's why they smothered me, say. When he was taken prisoner he was in the trenches and the rim of his tin hat was round his neck and it affected his hearing. Apart from that I don't think he had any more injuries.

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Kath Paul

I was born in Trinity Lane. It wasn't too bad, all the kids all played together, you know. Take for instance when they had Guy Fawkes night. We used to have a big bonfire at the top of Cheshire Street and then you'd perhaps go further down Trinity Lane and someone else'd have a fire then the police stopped it because it was dangerous.

Mrs. Payne

It was very old, there was some lovely old cottages by the church, beautiful old cottages, and the Hinckley market, they had that still on a Saturday and a Monday and they had those kerosene lamps and everything, they weren't all lit up like they are now, and they went on until it was quite dark at night. We used to go on Monday and get various things that...you know, fish and meat and things like that you could buy on the market so much cheaper.

The policemen were very friendly, there was always someone around on the beat. If we were going home now, top of Ashby Road, from there that's the cemetery, you know, it were very lonely going home. We had to be in by ten o'clock at the latest, we were never allowed out after ten and the policemen would probably be changing their beat at ten and often they would walk down the end of Barwell Lane with us.

Our father used to allow us to go on a Saturday but if we were going to a dance we'd got to say exactly what time we were being home and he'd meet us."