Memories of life in pre-fab homes was requested.

Helen (ne Froud) Jones of Littlemoor Road, Preston, Weymouth, recalled: I WAS born in Rushton Avenue and moved to a pre-fab in 1950 to number 37, Woodside Close, by the crescent.

I had a sister called Elaine. My Dad had TB and quite a few who had TB lived on that side of the road. They used to go to the isolation hospital.

As kids, we used to use the allotments, and often find tortoises in there. There was also a smaller field we used to play in. It was situated where the Yeatman's sweet factory was (Mothercare now) and in front of that was a field. I remember one day we thought we had found a bomb but it turned out not to be so.

People used to dump cars round there and we would roll on those running boards and push them down the crescent.

I recall a family of two boys, Roy and Harold Gregory. Their father used to convert the sidecars into swings for us.

There was a boy behind us called Terry Wilson, who kept loads of rabbits. He didn't like having to kill his pets for food. Then there were the Wingates, and her daughter was killed on Mothering Sunday down Tolpits Lane.

Then there were the Hesters: a boy and a girl and I remember Rosemary Hester. There was also Barry Whitbread and a girl called Christine Parsons, who lived in the bottom of the Crescent and her uncle was the singer, Matt Munro.

There was a family called the Woods, and Ronnie is still about.

Norman Webber and Janie O'Connoll were part of our gang. It was a fantastic place, no one had any money but we enjoyed life. We were mischevious, like the Little Rascals.

There was someone called Mrs Mallard who had TB and Jock Munro, no relation to the singer, had his house burnt down.

The milkman was called Ro (Co-Op) and the other called Curly (Express Dairy). Both had horse and carts. Ron moved down to Middle Way.

I also recall a family called Fisher and they and their son, Gary, moved to the bottom of Harbreaks.

James and his sister Gloria (possibly Humphreys) moved to Fuller Road by the entrance to the Thrums.

The houses were fantastic. We had a fridge. We were really poor, lino on floor and coats on the beds. But we had a fridge which made it special.

There was a kitchen and a lounge and two bedrooms. There were quite a few mice about. I remember we had copper boilers and air raid shelters in the back garden.

The houses were damp we weren't meant to be there very long with my Dad having TB.

I remember Yeatman's would open their doors to us.

They had a sign Sunny Spread Good Sweets, and they used to open their back doors on that field and give us ice cream.

They had a black chimney which belched smoke and the women went round to Yeatman's after there was soot all over the prams and washing. Yeatmans was very good to them.

I have fragments of memories such as when the Wilson family put up a boxing ring in the garden, or a horse and cart went through our front garden and when I was taken to hospital after I had cut myself with a razor.

I went to hospital in a baker's van. Eventually we moved to Middle Way and then to Leggatts Wood Avenue and then moved to Weymouth. But I always remember pre-fab days with happiness.