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This story has been added to the people’s war website by a ´óÏó´«Ã½ volunteer Liz Goddard on behalf of Mrs Dorothy Taylor.Mrs Taylor fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

One Sunday in August 1940 my mother dad and myself got off the bus in the Bullring we had been to see my aunt uncle and cousin in Warstock as we walked up the bull ring my dad said hurry up he’s coming tonight meaning Hitler so we ‘got a move on’ and the sirens were on as we walked home to Smethwick top of Cape Hill. The bomb hit the market hall in the Bullring it was the first building to be bombed in Birmingham. Beautiful inside and we had walked past an hour or two before. In our back garden we overlooked the city and we always watched the fires and guessed where they were. I worked at a post office and we were bombed that night, the mint and jewellery quarter where my mother was a gold polisher my boyfriend worked next door for the same people J and F Freeman and we had an enormous sky light and it all broke into the blackout curtain it was quite something. The place was chaos later my boyfriend was in the air force for six and a half years. He was in India for 4 years and came back in 1946. He went to Burma and we were married in 1946. He sadly died in December 2003.

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