I have just read a heartfelt article relating to today's children during these terrible times. How will they cope? How will it scar them? How will they be taught and educated?
I was born in 1931, the height of The Great Depression. My dad lost his cosy little job and became a London taxi driver.
Money was tight, but we had the cuddles from grandparents and cousins, uncles and aunties.
We got on with life, even with this harsh and terrible hardship. There were the unemployed, the homeless then, too.
Then came the "crisis" in 1938, when Chamberlain went to Munich to seek appeasement with Hitler.
One year later, war was declared. Three million mothers and children were evacuated within three days to places we had never even heard of. Lincolnshire, Hertfordshire, Wales, Nottingham, Somerset, Peterborough. All over England, people took us in, for a few bob a week and our ration books.
Myra Fisher: this too shall pass.Credit:Angela Wylie
We went to school where the children had accents we could hardly understand. We had lessons in a classroom with one teacher in charge of four grades.
But we were taught, we laughed, we coped. Our parents, teachers and the government had faith it would work – and it did. Slowly, many evacuees drifted back to London.
Then came The Blitz. Bombs, ack-ack guns, shrapnel, air raid sirens piercing the night. We'd sing silly songs such as Run Rabbit Run, We're gonna hang out the washing on the Siegfried line and London Pride, the wonderful Noel Coward song that was a tribute to Londoners.
Mothers and children in air raid shelters, going down the tube, visiting neighbours who made endless cups of tea.
We learned reading, writing, arithmetic. The teachers produced shows: Alice in Wonderland, Treasure Island.
We grew strong with the marvellous "rations'' the government allocated. Plenty of fish, one egg a week, very little meat, butter, sweets. It is well documented that the children then were the healthiest since before (and after) the war.
And what about the children in Europe? Death camps, ghettos, bombings. But those who survived, coped. We migrated to this big brown land and thrived. We had families and businesses and, of course, some failures too. But here we are in this crisis with you.
And so to today's parents, teachers, children, I say: have faith that you too will get through this pandemic, this life as it is now, this topsy turvy world. It will pass.
You will live, laugh, learn and look back with perhaps even some nostalgia. And you'll tell your stories to your children, your grandchildren, to help them through when times are tough again.
Myra Fisher is a Melbourne writer.