Savings

The Bankers are getting richer and I am getting poorer yet the Government urges us to save money. What money? Perhaps we should hold National Savings Weeks like we did in WW2. Then we were encouraged to save to boost the war effort. The slogan was "Save for Victory". What would it be now? Suggestions on a postcard .

.My friend Kitty,
and I would occasionally seek respite from the nightly London blitz by going to her Auntie's at South Mimms, then a straggling village just off the A1 road to the north. It consisted of one long lane dotted with several pubs.

One day we were met by the young cousins in a high state of excitement. It was National Savings Week and there was to be a procession! Sure enough at 2.30 there was the sound of a Military Band. We rushed to the front gate so as not to miss anything.

Around the bend in the lane came a small Boy Scout pushing an ancient perambulator on which was perched, rather precariously, a wind-up gramophone valiantly blaring forth martial music. He was followed by a gaggle of Scouts, Guides, Cubs and
Brownies desperately trying to keep step. Following them was the vicar, his white surplice billowing out in the wind and a crowd of rather noisy choir boys.

Then came a bevy of Land Girls wearing their distinctive breeches and carrying pitchforks. Next two members of the Auxiliary Fire Service carrying Stirrup Pumps,
two ARP Wardens in tin hats, three ladies from the Women's Voluntary Service (WVS)
some St. John's Ambulance men, a party of pretty young nurses from the Cottage Hospital and some RAF cadets. Bringing up the rear was a platoon of Home Guards (Dad's Army) and finally the village policeman. We gave them all a cheer as they marched past.