If you've been paying attention, you may remember that my father was born in Guernsey. During the second world war Guernsey was occupied by the germans and my father, along with all the other children on the island, were evacuated out and sent to live with foster families in England. (You can read his diary entry about it here).
And when I was visiting him recently and having a sticky beak through his tin of memories, I found some letters he wrote to his parents while he was away from them. There was no postal service to Guernsey during the war so his parents couldn't recieve the letters but the woman he was living with kept them and gave them to his mother later.
In this one his drawings make it pretty clear there is a war going on.
I found this next one a bit sad really because he has a question mark after his name. And I don't know why, but it just looks sad.
This is a picture he sent with one of the letters. A glimpse inside my fathers mind when he was about 8. As you can see there was a lot going on in there. It was a frightening, confusing time for him.