大象传媒

my most vivid memory of the war-time was being turfed out of our comfy anderson shelter and taken by the air raid warden into the bowels of Ansell's brewery ,no we did not have a drink on the way down although it may have been better if we had , the smell that hit you as we walked into the long cellars was stale socks ugh! and tiers of bunks, three high , the little children were put on the lower bunks , people were sleeping all over the place , then in the morning we were able to leave , hoping that the house you had left the night before was still standing , then the whole thing had to start over again ,after we had been to school,you really knew your neighbours in those days being so close . one man took an accordian down and people began to sing . I suppose we were lucky we got through the war and now are able to tell our grand-children our tales.

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