This is the seventeenth part of a fiction serial, in 741 words.
By March that year, meat rationing was in. Although they had the extra jam, and Viv’s sausages, they certainly had to tighten their belts where food was concerned. Albert reluctantly dug up the rose bushes on the other side of the garden. Elsie thought he was going to plant some vegetables, but instead he used some scrap wood and wire from work to build ten rabbit hutches in the space. One Saturday, he brought home four rabbits in an old cardboard suitcase with holes punched in the top. He had bought them from a colleague at the iron works, and the man had assured him that two bucks and two does would produce a lot of baby rabbits.
Vera stroked the bunnies, but couldn’t imagine eating the rabbit stew when the time came.
Not long after, Mr Chamberlain resigned, and Winston Churchill became the Prime Minister. Albert was overjoyed. “He’s a fighter, that man. Saw action in the Boer War, and again in France in fourteen-eighteen. We can count on him to liven things up”. Elsie wasn’t so sure. “But he’s rich, Bert. One of those aristocrats, ain’t he? How can we rely on him to sort things out?”
There was a letter from Les, and it worried Vera. The Germans had moved into France and Belgium, and there would be fighting soon, he was sure of that. He couldn’t say where he was, but concluded by writing, “There will be some trouble soon, Vera love. Think of your Les, and I will write to you when I can”. Vera could not stop the tears when she read that.
As the summer started to warm up, the newsreels began to talk about a place called Dunkirk. It seemed all the British and French soldiers were heading to that town, to make a determined stand against the Germans.
Albert came home from work and told them he was going to get time off to train for Heavy Rescue. They expected the bombing to start soon, and they would need trained crews to dig out the survivors, along with the bodies. Everyone had seen what the bombing had done in Spain, and then Poland. In a crowded and populous city like London, or even Bristol and Birmingham, they could only imagine the devastataion.
Janet kept crying about what was going to happen to Frank, and Vera had to remind her that her own brother was already in the shooting war, and likely going to Dunkirk with the others. “So what if Frank has to peel spuds and clean up the camp, Janet? At least he isn’t facing German stormtroopers”.
When they went to the cinema on Fridays, everything looked pretty bad. Barrage ballons and searchlights were being set up all around London, and although the newsreader tried to make it all sound funny, they both knew better. They had seen the workmen digging out public bomb shelters, and putting signs up in the railway and underground stations. Those big signs with an ‘S’ were everywhere, and all the important buildings had their fronts covered in sand bags.
Elsie was already getting frustrated with the meat rationing, and showed them the small amount they were allowed for the week. “You can forget your Sunday roast, Bert love. The rabbits aren’t big enough yet, and if we use all our ration, there will be nothing to get through the week with”. Bert and Vera put on brave faces. She turned to her troubled mum. “We can have jam sandwiches a couple of nights, mum. There’s still plenty of jam”.
Vera couldn’t really think about eating, with Les in such danger. But she ate what her mum served up, as she knew how hard it was going to be to manage.
That Sunday, Vivian brought the boys round to see them. She was annoyed with Roy. “I’ve had a letter that tells me nothing”, she sniffed. Seems my Roy has volunteered for something special, and he can’t tell me what it is. Sure I don’t know what he’s thinking of, with a wife and two kids left behind here. I reckon he must have lost his head, Mum. How can he do such a stupid thing?”
Nobody knew what to say to Viv. Roy was a man, and had to do what he thought best. But that was all soon forgotten, when Albert switched on the radio.
It was about Dunkirk, and the news was terrible.
Rabbit stew that brings back memories…Dunkirk how terrible that was …Well written , Pete an enjoyable series with lots of detail 🙂
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Thanks, Carol. I used to like rabbit stew when I was young. As long as I didn’t see my grandad break the necks of the rabbits first! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The everyday of war. And it’s going to get worse. Rabbit stew. Oh my.
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I used to love rabbit stew as a boy. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have had it once. It’s not too bad. Best to you, Pete.
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I agree with Frags, very much one of your best serials to date. Reminds me a lot of the Home Front drama that Radio 4 did, albeit about WW1. If anything their serial was dressed up a bit too much, whereas yours seems more real.
I read that its official Russian military policy to start up the rabbit farms to follow the army to ensure a good supply of meat. And I have to admit that we keep rabbits as a source of meat, very healthy and free of industrialised processes 🙂
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When I was young, we had rabbit a lot. Either rabbit pie or stew, because it was so cheap. Other than watching out for the small sharp bones, I always enjoyed it. It is available from a butcher locally, but costs as much as any other meat now.
Glad you like my ‘simple’ approach. I have found that some warime stories or films always try to tie the characters into some well-known dramatic event. That rarely happened as they just had to get on with everyday life.
Cheers, Pete.
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Dunkirk – it’s a wonder anyone came out alive. Now we have to wait and see if these characters do.
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Vera may take some time to find out, GP.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You really are bringing history back to life with this serial Pete. As others have said, people today could learn from how people survived back then.
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Yes, we moan about so much now, and forget so quickly. Their sacrifice made the boom years of the fifties and sixties possible.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well penned,Pete
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Thanks very much, Sue.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pleasure
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I’m enjoying this serial Pete. I love historical fiction.
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Happy to hear that, Susanne. Lots more episodes to come. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think this is your best serial ever. You make it very real Pete.
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I’m very glad you think so. Thanks a lot, FR. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) “…they certainly had to tighten their belts where food was concerned.” Specifically, that would be the belly.
(2) Albert’s colleague, Stu Cadbury, “assured him that two bucks and two does would produce a lot of baby rabbits.” Out here in the West, they only produce fawns. You probably had a hutch [sic] I’d say that.
(3) Albert had actually requested playboy bunnies. He wanted to consume them with his eyes.
(4) Albert saw Churchill as a fighter because he saw action in France in 1418. He must have been involved in the capture of Rouen during the Hundred Years’ War.
(5) As the summer started to warm up, the newsreels began to talk about James T. Kirk. It seemed the Federation was determined to make a stand against the Romulans.
(6) If it weren’t for sandwiches, the Dodds would definitely be in a jam.
(7) “When they went to the cinema on Fridays, everything looked pretty bad.” That’s because by Friday, the projectionist was too tired to care.
(8) Robespierre lost his head. Roy kept his intact.
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Well done with the play on 1418, David! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The war in France and Belgium in the early days of the war was short. Now for the Battle over Britain to begin. Warmest regards, Theo
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Yes, the ‘long haul’ begins, Theo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I lived next door to a man who raised rabbits for food. I must say the noise they made as they were “dispatched” was chilling. I do think Albert is doing a wonderful job of taking care of his family in this serial.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. He is based in part on my maternal grandfather, who also kept rabbits when I was young. I too remember them screaming, even with my hands over my ears.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A chilling sound for sure. One that stayed with us both.
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What worries me most about the world today Pete is that people simply are unwilling to sacrifice anything. We won’t wear makes, we won’t practice social distancing, we won’t do without what we’ve come to expect, which is anything at anytime….another terrific chapter that really highlights what it was like to live in wartime…
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The fact that most people were happy to do what they were told to do is exactly what enabled them to survive such adversity in wartime. A lesson we should remember.
Thanks, John.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Absolutely
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It’s odd to think of Vera living through those years of war not knowing what was going to happen whereas we know the outcome – in a general historic sense, but not its effects on individual people in a story. Does that make sense?
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Yes, it makes sense to me, Mary. After the early successes of Germany, many people here felt sure we would be invaded, and lose the war. But that never affected their determination to resist.
Best wishes, Pete.
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