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Gwynneth Foster (nee Wheldon)

January 15th 1941

It was 10,30 p.m. (the clock had stopped at that time) my father was about to go up the garden to fetch firewood. My brothers and myself were in the shelter in the front room. My father had taken the floor boards up and let the shelter down onto the foundations of the house, the floorboards he cut out were placed against the window for protection, he had only done this the week before !
As my father looked up into the sky he saw what he thought looked like 'lit electric bulbs' seconds after this the bomb landed in our garden, there was a terrific explosion and a terrible smell, which was from the debris, it was the plaster which smelled. The bed leg came through the ceiling and all the windows were shattered, we could hear people shouting for help and my father went to his shed to get his spade, of course, the shed was flattened. The people next door were trapped in their shelter, the A.R.P wardens came to dig them out with the help of my brother and father.

We were housed in a house in Blackmore St until our house was restored, my father went most days to help cover the roof at Kenilworth Ave as it snowed for a few days after the bombing.

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