- Contributed by听
- luckybruce
- People in story:听
- Edna Lawless
- Location of story:听
- Sheffield
- Article ID:听
- A2053603
- Contributed on:听
- 17 November 2003
Told to Bruce Funnell at radio Sheffield by Edna Lawless.
The air raid bunker set up in our garden was cold and bare so my father tidied it up, filled it with bunk beds and installed a coke stove. There where 13 kids in the family plus my mum and dad so it was going to be nice and cosy.
One night we all piled into the warm shelter because my father had lit the stove well before the air raid.
My father went off to sound the siren leaving us to keep safe and warm in the bunker.
After the all clear was sounded my mother couldn't seem to wake me up, I can remember my her voice in the far distance shouting at me to wake up.
Dragging me out onto the lawn I eventually came round. It turns out I had been piosened by the fumes being given off by the stove my father had installed to keep us warm!
Mother was furiose with father saying "Get the bloody stove outof there and in the greenhouse, I don't know about the Germans dropping bombs on us, you nearly killed us with that bloody stove!"
Needless to say he took it out and put it in then greenhouse.
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