IN the late summer of 1939, the council brought Anderson bomb shelters around to Graham Road, where we lived. They arrived on a long line of horse-drawn carts and the men discussed the size of our family (there were 11 of us if you include Mum and Dad) before leaving us two shelters. Dad and […]
“Smell of new blue flower around here” came the words from a passing group of airmen who must have been in the RAF all of six weeks. Yes, we were even newer than they, and it felt just like joining the entrance class at a new school. It was the bitterly cold January of 1942 […]
When I read about the experiences of others during the Second World War, my own memories come rushing back. We were very lucky as my aunt found us a flat near her and we moved from Acton, West London, to Three Bridges in Sussex for the duration of the war. Hot summers and cold winters […]
We kept all the letters we wrote during the last war – but ironically there wasn’t a date on one of them! His were rarely more than one page written on one side of the paper, but they were very sweet. Mine were endless, many written during the slack night dudes – six to eight […]
I was about nine years old when we heard the distress flares boom and, for the first time, my father let us run to the cliff top to see the lifeboat being launched. We put on our big coats, grabbed our torches and ran out of the door. It was a dark winter’s night, and […]
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