I don't recall hearing this from WII Ireland. My father had a brother and mother living in Mayo at the time. I do know he would send money to his mother. However, I have letters my mother received from her Aunt Susanna who lived in County Down. She was thanking my mother for sending stockings and other items. This was dated in the late 1940s. Time were tough in Ireland until the Celtic Tiger economy came. My uncle did not get electricity until 1972 and he only lived about 5 miles from Castlebar and not far from a main road. My cousins could tell you that they did not have indoor plumbing growing up. I don't think that house got indoor plumbing until the late 1980s when my cousin renovated the house to rent out. Nora In a message dated 9/14/2014 3:20:58 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, [email protected]_ (mailto:[email protected]) writes: During WWII people did not have much in neutral Ireland. Tea, food, everything seemed to be rationed. My husband who grew up in Dublin remembered the song with DeValera and McEntee in the words but could not recall the remainder. I found it on wikipedia today. When he saw the "black flour" he remembered about 1944 the rain was terrible and they had to get the wheat in early before it would spoil. Volunteers were called for and they gathered the unripen wheat made the bread with soggy kernels of wheat. When you ate it the inside tasted of dough and the exterior was black. Awful is the word he used. Hard times and they had to blame someone, so DeValera the first president of the Irish Free State and Sean McEntee was an old Sein Fein man in the govenment.