My father and his two brothers had been working in the building trade in England, in the 1930s. My father later returned to take over the family farm while his two brothers remained in England. They were both there when war was declared in 1939.
The story goes that, my uncle Jim, had jumped off a moving train and had headed back to Manchester!
Since he couldn’t work under his own name, he adopted my father’s, Jack, and he worked there for the duration of the conflict and long afterwards.
My father married in 1942 and each year a new child was born, their birth certificate was sent to Manchester where my uncle Jim claimed for all of us from the UK tax authorities.
He continued to live and work in Manchester until the late 1960s with occasional visits home to see his “family”.
He loved Manchester so much that he wanted to be buried there.