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Life went on and like a lot of other villages we had lots of evacuees who used the village hall as their school. After a time we used to change over on Friday afternoon, when we had the hall and they had our classrooms.

One night during the early part of the war an enemy plane dropped lots of incendiary bombs, and one went through the roof of my grandparents who lived in what was known as the poor row houses. It was a lot of bungalows, very old where the people went to spend their last years.

The bomb landed on my grandparents bed and set it alight. Their daughter Emma who had left her job in service to look after to look after them, came in their bedroom and knowing her mother and father couldn鈥檛 get out of bed quick enough, picked up the bedspread with the bomb blazing and disregarding her own safety carried out of the bungalow. I think she deserved a medal for this action, but as far as I can remember it wasn鈥檛 even mentioned in the local papers, no doubt she saved her parents lives. This must have happened on a Friday night, as the next day a lot of us boys went looking for bomb flights. One that I found in an orchard on making a quick grab for it before anyone else, it was fast as it was a complete incendiary bomb that had stuck in the soft earth.

We reported our find and left the grown ups to sort it out.

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