Some Sunny Day

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Dame Lynn Vera. Some Sunny Day

SOME SUNNY DAY. MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY. Dame Vera Lynn

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Introduction

CHAPTER ONE Overture & Beginnings

CHAPTER TWO One-&-six for an Encore

CHAPTER THREE Vocal Chorus

CHAPTER FOUR A Taste of Ambrosia

CHAPTER FIVE Wild About Harry

CHAPTER SIX A Country at War

CHAPTER SEVEN Sincerely Yours

CHAPTER EIGHT Off to see the Burma Boys

CHAPTER NINE A Journey with a Legacy

CHAPTER TEN A House is a Home

CHAPTER ELEVEN After the Interval

CHAPTER TWELVE Not My Style

BBC STILL BEING DIFFICULT

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Round & About

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Everybody’s Talking

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Never Quite Retired

Index

Copyright

About the Publisher

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To my wonderful Harry, with whom I was so fortunate

to share my life for all those years.

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I was certainly never hungry. My mother was a plain cook but a good cook. Most women were in those days. There wasn’t all the fancy cooking that we do today. It was basic. We had a roast every Sunday—Mother used to make very good Yorkshire pudding—and then the cold meat on the Monday. And we always had two different sorts of potatoes: roast and boiled. I was thinking about that the other day when I was peeling potatoes: that at home on Sundays there was always a choice. They don’t do that nowadays, do they? You get either boiled or roast, but not both. Funny how things change.

All this time, of course, I was at school, and although the work I did in the clubs was mostly at weekends, the two things still managed to clash—sometimes in unexpected ways. At my junior school in Central Park Road I once asked if I could borrow a copy of the sheet music of ‘Your Land and My Land’, and when I told the teacher what I wanted it for she said, ‘Oh, you sing, do you?’ Obviously she remembered, because one morning at assembly not long after that I was suddenly called on to sing this song. I was petrified, and I had every reason to be, for as I’ve mentioned, my voice was of a rather unorthodox pitch for a little girl, so when the school played it from the original song copy, it was in completely the wrong key for me. It was a terrible mess, and although it wasn’t my fault I was crimson with shame. They must have thought, Good God! How can this child go on stage and sing!

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