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Friday, 29 May 2015

River at War - WHY I wrote the Book … Jean Louise Allen

I wrote River at War for all families who in some way, fought in the Second World War. I was three years old when WW2 was declared. In the following years young men saying goodbye in their khaki, navy or Air Force grey became a natural part of my life. In our street neighbour supported neighbour and in our town women, boys and old men took on the young men’s jobs while they fought for us left behind.
   Young men preparing to leave for WW2 were part of my days but it was the wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters who surrounded me. I came from a family of five daughters. While my father worked the tides and shovelled shingle, sand, and rocks onto barges to cart down for the building of the Whenuapai Air Force Airport, as well as running his own cartage business; we girls were helping Mum stretch the butter, eggs and sugar rations. We made up prisoner of war parcels to send overseas and we knitted. I was learning to knit scarves, my sisters knitted scarves and balaclavas and learnt to knit socks on four needles so that no seams would irritate a soldier’s feet. Mum knitted the gloves and mittens because they were done on four needles and she was the expert. All these were sent to the boys to keep them warm.  
   We supported Mother England and our country and were patriotic to the core. As a five year old New Zealander I could sing ‘Maori Battalion March to Victory’ with the best of them and by seven I sang “Keep the Home Fires Burning … ‘til the boys come home,” with feeling. We were taught that crying was a waste of time; so we sang. We sang on boats, on trains, around pianos and in halls. We sang with uncles, aunts, cousins and friends and neighbours. We sang to those leaving for War and to those coming back. Songs filled our hearts and fuelled our determination to help our ‘boys’ to victory.   
   I remember saying goodbye: to my big cousins and to my sister’s friends in Army, Navy or Air Force uniforms.
   I remember when they came back; some who walked with an empty sleeve, or a scarred face; some who walked with crutches; and the ones who came home very quiet.
   And I remember the ones that didn’t come back.
   And still the personal childhood sounds that come to me occasionally, in the night, or on a gentle afternoon, are the sounds I had never heard before; the haunting sounds of marching feet; of crying women; of kisses and goodbyes; and, personally, of the sounds of aeroplane engines in the skies. For in the later years of the war, when New Zealanders watched their skies for enemy aircraft, any plane engine within range of our small school was used as Air Raid Drill.
   Even now I hear around me my little friends and the light thudding of our feet as we run, in unacknowledged fear, for the long ditch at the bottom of the school paddock, where we crouch, heads down, waiting, in perfectly trained silence, for the engine in the sky to fade and fly away, to leave us alone.  
   I wrote River at War for all those people anywhere who were left behind; those who gave and worked and who kept on giving and working with amazing love and with unsung bravery to do their best for their country and for their men at war. May their blood, sweat and tears and the loss of their loved ones never be forgotten.
 
You can watch a video of Jean giving this speech here... https://vimeo.com/126911832   

River at War by Jean Louise Allen is the story of Miriam, the daughter of the main protagonist in my first book River River Raupo Rye. Miriam is an adolescent in the forerunning years to WW2, reaching maturity in the troubled times of the War itself. She chooses her life’s work against some opposition but is determined on her career. Strong minded, resolute and loving, Miriam faces many challenges, many struggles in her growing years. Will her loved one return? Will her country be safe? Will her work, family and two careers be too much for her young shoulders? And how will she survive the demands of the times? This is a feisty book that encompasses more than Miriam and her family. It is alive with the throb of friends, their town and the appalling hardships only war can bring. New Zealand as it used to be. Raw at times; gentle at times; gutsy throughout.
You can find River at War and all Jean's books here on her Amazon author page... http://www.amazon.com/Jean-Louise-Allen/e/B00VDSBRY6/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_book_1

4 comments:

  1. Well said Jean
    You should be proud of what you've accomplished

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  2. Well said Jean
    You should be proud of what you've accomplished

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    1. Thank you Maureen. I haven't had time to feel proud yet. Maybe that will happen when I slow down a little.

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  3. Your comments make me more certain than ever that the flag that flew above the brave heads of those young men is the one we should cherish and keep. I lived most of my life in a country whose flag I was ashamed of. Now, here in New Zealand I am so proud of the bright blue, like the sky, the stars like the hardest of diamonds, the strength of the Kiwi heart and the "Union Jack" which has brought so much of value to this country, they all mean more to me than I can say. Thank you, Jean, for saying it so beautifully.

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