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This story was submitted to the People's War site by Helen Oram , Scotland csv on behalf of Myrtle Manson and has been added to the site with her permission. the author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

Born in 1928, I was a teenager during the war. There was a bad bombing raid on Aberdeen in April 1943. The night of the bombs, we hid in a cupboard in our house in Hilton Place. My Dad, who was in the Home Guard, was too tall to get in. We were very scared. The cupboard was stacked with tins. If we had been hit by a bomb, we would have been killed by tins falling on our heads.

The next day, there was a crater in the middle of the road which we couldn't get past. We were in no rush to get to school. I remember playing on the situation by asking out of the class for drinks of water. After three such requests to the teacher, the excuse wore a bit thin.

Life carried on as normal after the bombing raid. The railings from our house were removed for the war effort. I remember one time when my dad forgot to shut the gate and cows being driven to the nearby cattle mart got into the garden.

Myself and other children of the area raised money to send Red Cross parcels to British POWs. We got the use of an empty shop at the gates of Aberdeen Royal Infirmary and sold flowers from our gardens and home-baking,etc to visitors to the hospital. We also wrote letters to POWs.

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