Janet Toms got a grey wooden kangaroo for Christmas in 1942. The story behind it concerns Polish battleships, Cowes harbour, and great heroism. When it comes to regrets, I am definitely with Frank Sinatra rather than Edith Piaf; regrets, I have a few. Mostly they aren’t of the life-changing variety but from time to time […]
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 […]
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 […]
During 1941 our cruiser HMS Hermione achieved four convoy runs through to Malta from Gibraltar, as well as a number of ‘club runs’ with carriers for the purpose of keeping the beleaguered island supplied with aircraft. It therefore came as something as a shock to be torpedoed and sunk on our first attempt to get […]
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