My sister, Louise McLeod, out with our mother, Assunta Principe. My mother is carrying this big bag and I know that in that bag, there is a bottle of liquor. Liquor was rationed during the war and so although we didn’t drink much in those days, you wanted to have liquor on hand if there was a special event so anyone entitled was sent to pick up their ration. When I turned 21, I had to go and pick up my bottle. You got your ration once a month.