Willies Letter Home

62 Meadow lane

Little Wierwold

23rd August 1940

Dear Mrs Billeting Officer,

I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is  William Beech (people call me Willie though). Six months ago you took me to Mister Toms house. I am one of the the escapees from London. I am writing to to tell you how thankful i am am that you brought me here. I have never been so happy in my whole entire life and i don’t want anything to change.

It was my birthday yesterday – my first ever proper birthday i have had in my life! We had a party at Mister Toms house he even got me a present! It was amazing. It was the best day ever… but then the letter arrived. It was from my mum. Mister Tom told me she was sick and wants me back. That’s why i am writing to you. I need to know why. I want to stay here with Mister Tom because he is like a dad to me.

I never thought i would be able to write a letter to you. I have not ever wrote before i came here, not even my own name! Mister Tom taught me how to write my own name and read. You can even ask Mrs Hartridge. She has moved me up to the bigger class now. Every night we practice to write.

Will you please consider not sending me back to my mum’s where i get whipped with a leather belt. Can i please stay with Mister Tom as he is very kind to me.

Yours Faithfully

Willie Beech

Tristan 6mp

Your Best

                                         YOUR BEST

If you always try your best

then you’ll never have to wonder

about what you could have done

if you’d summoned all your thunder


And if your best

was not as good

as you hoped it would be

you still could say

” I gave today

all I had in me ”



Willies diary entry by Harry 6T

The train journey was long and tiring. I sat there weeping, wondering where I’m going to end up. I’ve just arrived at a place which looks so different from the dangerous, busy, loud and hazardous city I lived in. I’ve come here to be safe from the cruelty of the war, in which I stood waiting anxiously to be placed in a new home. I felt so vulnerable and alone before I was introduced to Mr Oakley. A towering beast who looked grumpy and whose voice was like thunder. The cottage was dull with not a lot of light. I sat there reluctant and apprehensive, I was struggling to take it all in, until I saw him pick up the poker. I was terrified he may be giving me a beating, just like my ma did to me all the time, but all he was doing was stoking the fire. Mr Tom showed me where I will be sleeping, but suddenly I spotted a bed and I remember my mother saying beds are for dead people. It is all very strange. I rubbed my eyes cautiously knowing I would have this room to myself, I was feeling so sick and panicky.


I was perched on the end of the wooden stool anxiously watching Mr Tom and his movements. He placed a plate down in front of me with food on, I had never seen this kind of food before. This food was different to the food my ma fed me back at home. It smelt delicious and it looked mouth-wateringly nice but then the worst happened and it got stuck in my throat. I felt myself begin to panic, I felt embarrassed and I was scared what Mr Tom was going to do. I heard my ma’s voice in my head, repeatedly telling me “you must be good”. There was a moment of silence, followed by Mr Tom making a joke and that made me realise Mr Tom is kind and caring. As time ticked on, I began to feel more relieved, relaxed and safe about my placing with Mr Tom. Maybe now this may start to feel like my new home?

By Harry 6T

Willie’s Dairy Entry by Daisy

Dear Dairy,

Today has been a day with lots of mixed feelings. I got evacuated. I had a few tears welling up in my eyes. That was only because I didn’t want to say goodbye to London. I hated my mother. She only liked me when I was good. She was so cruel. I have been evacuated to a town called Little Weirwold. I was evacuated on this metal thingy which the person next to me told me it was a train. Then when I arrived at the home where I would be staying the lady rang the doorbell. Then this tall gruff man was staring right down at me. I was a bit frightened really then the lady spoke to the man I think she said this is Willie he’s going to stay with you for a while or something like that.When I came in he took my coat and hung it on the coat stand thingy I don’t know its name.He is not the nicest person I’ve ever met but he’s ok. It’s a bit of a relief that I moved in with Mr Thomas Oakley. I thought I wouldn’t have someone to live with. I thought I wouldn’t have anybody and then end up in a children’s Home so I am very lucky really.


Mr Tom is a very kind man, nicer than my mother, I think she was very mean and did it her way all the time which isn’t fair. In Mr Tom’s house I got my own room which is nice, he had a dog called Sammy. I think he likes me. Mr Tom hasn’t hurt me once, which is good. His house is quite small but that doesn’t bother me. Anyway, I am just in bed. It isn’t that comfy but I’m ok with that as long as I have a bed I don’t mind. I bet some children don’t even have a bed to sleep on which is unfortunate. Now I am safe and sound in my new home but the question is will this be my home forever…



William Beech diary entry

Dear Diary

My name is William, William Beech. I have been taken from London to the country because of the Blitz.  The country is very different to London -there aren’t many roads or big tall buildings.  I’ve been set with this very nice man. His name is Mr Tom. He is that nice he let me have a room to myself! Anyways, I like it here. I also live near a church. I saw a cow for the first time… anyway I think I’m going to like it here. I have a nice house and a nice man to live with.


Written by Connor. M

Willie’s Diary Entry

Dear Diary,  

                                                                                                                      November 16 1939                                                 


I woke up at 6:07 in the morning. I was in a terrible shock this morning,

I never shivered that bad before. Twenty minutes after I got up WW2 had started.  I accidentally wet myself cause of the sirens, I went pale and threw up on the brown wooden floor . So Mr Tom grabbed me and ran up stairs to the toilet then I  threw  up even more. Then when I calmed down, we both went sprinting down the stairs,  and put black paper on the windows, so no one will bomb our house.

Later there were planes flying over us and it was the Germans, they were loaded with bombs. A couple of hours later we were listening to next door screaming crying then a massive bang came from next door and it wasn’t just one bang it was 3 bangs and 3 is plenty 

 BANG! BANG! BANG! It went. You can be very very lucky to be alive and this is definitely the worst day of my life. Even known that my Mum did hit me I still hope she is ok. My Dad passed away last year. Now there is WW 2 so my Mum could die now and I do not want that I would be gutted.  



Diary entry of Willie the evacuee


Dear Diary,

I can’t believe that I have left London, mother said it would be best if I went somewhere safe. It’s  not that boring to be honest. Mister Tom, the man who is looking after me, is huge and towers over me. He is  kinda nice, he showed me my room. Mother said only dead people sleep in beds but I managed a whole night in a bed. Yesterday, we went shopping. It was quite fun. I got a comic book and a strawberry lollipop, it was nice. In the evening he read me a book before I went to sleep. Mister Tom has a dog (Who is called Sammy, he is really cute). Mother told me to be a good boy for mister Tom, I think I am being quite good for Tom, well I think. I also went to a library, it was so peaceful. All the books are so different and educational. It’s always peaceful at Mister Toms’ house, he reads to me in bed. But when we go out, we have to carry gas masks which is annoying. But war was declared so we have to wear the gas masks or else. I have to help Tom its actually not that bad to be honest.

Well life here isn’t bad, for now. 

Kadie-Leigh 6MP

William Beech’s Diary

13th september 1940

Dear Diary

today has been the best day of my short(ish) life , war arose so i’m now an evac .

I just met Mr Tom and he scares me but also inspires me to be strong just like him.


The bed terrified me but Mr Tom assured me It’s not for dead since my mother told me it was

I was petrified when Mr Tom used a poker in the fire since i knew i hadn’t gone to school but it would hurt more than a belt and ended up fainting

I eventually felt happier and safer in Little Weirworld because I escaped the clutches of my evil mother

Your friend , William

William Beech Diary Entry By Hollie 6T


Thursday 13th September 1939


Dear Diary,


Last Thursday was the worst day ever. I found out that war has been declared and that  I had  to be evacuated. I was really scared, I thought to myself  it could a really mean person or it could be a really nice person, well today you will find out…


When Tom (the man) was standing at the cottage door I was absolutely terrified. He looked as if he would batter me even if I was being good. I was also a bit embarrassed because I was the last evacuee off the train and also the last one to be chosen. But I followed him into the  old cottage anyway.


When Mr Tom was stoking the fire with the poker I was petrified, why did he even have it anyway I thought. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t  stop thinking about if he was going to hurt me if I was bad and the poker, was he going to slap me with it or not. I started panicking, I had too much in my mind…I fainted.

But in the end I found out actually he is a really nice person, and I am grateful to be with him and relieved I am not with my awful mother.


William Beech xx


Diary entry 1

Dear Diary,                                                                      13th september 1939


Today has been the worst day of my life. Neville Chamberlain has just declared world war 2 across the world moreover my mother has just told me i will have to be evacuated to the countryside. I’m so sad  I will be leaving my mother. At least it’s for the best, London has become so toxic and dangerous for me to stay there. My mother sent me on this train thingi was so scared at first but when I got or I was terrified. 


I was standing at my new carer’s massive door. Petrified, I nearly peed my pants(whilst waiting  for him or her to answer the door.) Suddenly, I saw the door open. I started to panic until I saw the old, kind man standing there. He offered me to come in. I slowly started to walk into the fantastic, amazing house. I was so petrified my hair was sticking up.


He showed me to this majestic bedroom. I was confused at first until Mr Tom who was my carer  told me this was my new room. I was so happy, and excited. Suddenly, I started to remember  that my mother is probably going through hell but still I’m so excited about Mr Tom he seems so kind and helpful.


Me and Mr Tom went down stairs and sat next to the fire. I loved the boiling hot fire it’s so warm and it made me feel so calm until Mr Tom pulled out a razor sharp stick thing. I was  so worried that he would hit me with it. I started to have dashavoo that my mother was hitting me. Suddenly I got so terrified and fainted. When I woke  up i realised he didn’t hit me with it . i was surprised. 


I started to trust Mr Tom and loved him he cared for me lots he is just like a father figure to me.I still worry about my mother though who wouldn’t.  Lily-Ann 6T