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This story was submitted to the People's War site by Alison Tebbutt of the Derby Action Desk Team on behalf of Peter Church and has been added to the sie with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

My parents were married in 1942 and went to live with my grandmother in Davis Road, Acton, West London. My father was away in the army and had postings in Scotland, the Isle of Wight and finally in India. My mother's war work was making bomb doors at the Ultra Electronics factory in North Acton-completely different from her previous occupation as a florist. My grandmother worked in the canteen in a jam factory across the railway lines.
The stories retold by my mother and grandmother about the bombing of Acton include the landmine blowing up in a nearby street and the walls of the house bowing in and out under the explosion and that the grandfather clock never chimed for a number of years. It would also seem that I am lucky to be telling this tale as I was born in the West Middlesex Hospital Park Royal in December 1944 when my father was in the Orkney Isles in Scotland. Before my mother could take me home a doodlebug hit nearby and broke all the windows in the ward. At least when we returned to Davis Road there was an air riad shelter in the street and I was not told of any more near misses.

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