My 24-year old mum (now 92) was pregnant and I was 4. On our trip Southampton – Singapore we were berthed on G-deck in the depths of Dunera.
From my mums memoirs:
“……The days seemed long and I had to be very careful about Simon (me) falling overboard as the rails were very easily climbed and big enough to fall through. ….
One night Simon fell off the top bunk and his ear perforated again. I tried to find the ships doctor and nobody was able to find him. ………..
I knew that there was an army doctor on board and insisted that he came to see Simon. ……………the army doctor very kindly said in this special case he would come.
He was very helpful ………..he suggested that we should sleep on the upper deck .
This sounded like a marvellous idea as the cabin was airless. …………..Also what seemed to happen was that unaccompanied male passengers would attach themselves to unaccompanied female passengers so that they were could avoid being approached by people who were looking for more than friendship. …………….
I was unaware of this on my first trip and when a man approached me to see if he could help me take the mattresses up to the top deck I was very grateful and said yes he would come every evening to help us, I assume he helped me to get them back below in the morning.
He never did or said anything suggestive to me and if it hadn’t been for him I might well have lost the baby…………..”
I would like him to know how grateful I was for his kindness to us.