- Contributed by听
- John Chapman
- People in story:听
- Rusty Garnet
- Location of story:听
- Manchester, UK
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A8600122
- Contributed on:听
- 17 January 2006
I thought the bombs were fireworks. I asked my mum where Guy Fawkes was. The one thing I remember was we were moved to York from Manchester, into new accommodation and left the Manchester Blitz behind.
There were lots of different nationalities in York from supporting nations e.g. Canadians and French. There were 5 different nationalities in total.
The night the war started we had no where to hide so my mother took us to a farmers field and sat us behind a hedge with one blanket between us. She said to us 鈥渄o not move from here no matter how many bright lights you see鈥 I remember saying to her 鈥渂ut we haven鈥檛 got a cushion鈥, she said 鈥渘ever mind a cushion 鈥 if you want to sleep, lie on each other鈥.
I鈥檒l always remember that. Shortly after a head popped over the hedge and it was the air raid warden. He said 鈥渁re you asleep? You can speak to me I鈥檓 your next door neighbour鈥, so we said 鈥淵es鈥.
You see we hadn鈥檛 met them before as we had only just moved in. He turned out to be the local vicar. He took us over the road to where he lived as he had an Anderson Shelter in their house. The he said 鈥淣ow I鈥檒l go and find your mother鈥, we were very lucky.
Q. Tell us what an Anderson Shelter is?
A. Reinforced metal completely flat oblong. The top and bottom and supported corners are reinforced metal, it reminded me of a cage.
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