Brenda was the middle of three children, born on 26 February 1932 between Gladys (1924) & Donald (1935). Brenda grew up on Red Cow Farm.
When asked about growing up, Brenda said "I always felt like the “middle child”. My older sister was the oldest daughter & received accolades for her missionary work; my younger brother was the only boy which also came with benefits for him".
When she was about 3 years old her mum was very ill & had to have a kidney removed- which was one of the first operations of its kind.
Red Cow Farm was a refuge for many during WW2. Brenda's uncle Frederick (the older brother of Brenda's mum Lillian) sent his wife Sarah (Sadie) and daughter, Margaret (born 1937) from London to stay at Red Cow Farm- Brenda, Donald and Margaret played together as children.
Red Cow Farm also had two ‘air raid shelters’ which were built by her father. One was mostly underground with an arched roof made of steel and covered with earth so the grass grew all over and it was invisible from the air. Brenda spent a few cold nights in there with many of the neighbours. She also had a shelter in her sitting room. The allied bombers used to fly over Brenda's house in the late evenings, soon after she had gone to bed. On some occasions there were literally hundreds flying in formation right across the sky and quite low, always in a south-easterly direction towards Germany. The roar of their engines was something Brenda found unforgettable.
Living on a farm during the war also meant that there were always eggs & milk which meant Brenda was somewhat sheltered from the impact of war rationing and food shortages.
Towards the end of the war Brenda had several prisoners working on the farm and at neighbouring farms. They were delivered in the morning and collected at the end of the day. They worked hard and were generally happy and sociable to Brenda and her siblings. They were well looked after and some stayed on after the war ended.
Near the end of the war, Brenda's dad, Reg, was on his milk round in Dunstable. He left his milk can (which was full with about a couple of gallons of milk) on the pavement outside a customer’s house while he went round the back to collect some money. When he returned he found his milk flowing down the pavement out of the side of the can. A German fighter plane had flown up the High Street firing at people as they walked to work. He missed all the people but managed to put a bullet straight through Reg's can! Reg was quite upset... to lose his milk!