Irene's Journal & Buckingham Palace
Here is a paper I wrote: Irene's Journal October 10 1939 Mother gave me this journal, on my 11th birthday. It was ten days ago. On the 30th of September. Today, she told us that we have to go. She had called us into the bedroom. We spend a lot of time in her bedroom, because it is the only other room besides the smoldering hot kitchen. “Do you remember what happened to the White’s children?” she asked us. “Yes” I said I remember it because Jessie, my best friend, was a White. They had left a couple days ago for the country. “No one is safe in this war,”She said, “I have arranged for you… to leave too.” “But-but you can't, ” I stuttered “I have told Mrs. Oliver to take you.” Mother said, crying softly. “Irene,” she said, turning to me “listen to Hanna.” I can’t believe her. October 12 1939 We all have gas masks. Mother bought them. They are ugly and I hate them. We have them in case of an emergency. She purchased them from the market and so...
