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Originally Posted by Varley
I trust you mean "who survived the longest" if she was surviving when you put a torch to her blue bombazine I suggest it would be a police appliance that should have been waiting.
A feisty and delightful old and single friend of mine who died at ninety following a fire in her flat went to "chariots of fire". She had driven the Dutch Royal family in London during the war and when I was helping her niece clear out the fire damaged flat we found in her bedside cabinet drawer a set of knuckle dusters.
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By coincidence, my aunt who survived the longest, was the last to go, popped her clogs after all her sisters, brothers, and in-laws, served in the Admiralty Charts Offices in WWII. I think it was in or near Bristol, and she was a Wren. I don't think she actually drew the charts, but was involved in getting them to the various convoy conferences as well as sending correction notices out to the Fleet. She would have been perfectly at ease in the chartroom on GDII, I'm certain of that. (Actually, she also had a very penetrating voice, and so would have been an invaluable asset if our foghorn ever failed at a critical moment!
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