- Contributed by听
- Genevieve
- People in story:听
- Ron Turner
- Location of story:听
- Bridgnorth
- Article ID:听
- A4566224
- Contributed on:听
- 27 July 2005
I was only four and a half years old when the Second World War ended so I have very few real memories of that time. My father was killed during the war so obviously it had a lasting effect on my life. Mostly I remember the consequences of the war, such as the gaps between the houses from when a string of bombs was released on my home town of Bridgnorth, and the huge blocks of concrete at the side of the roads, which would have been used as tank traps in the event on an invasion. I also remember taking my Mickey Mouse gas mask to school from where I presume they were to be collected. I do, however, have 2 direct memories from the war years. Firstly, the searchlights, which the adults called "Churchill's lights", criss-crossing the sky in the direction of Wolverhampton. Where they were based and what they were doing I have no idea. My second memory is of the convoys passing along the Kidderminster Road. I lived at Danesford and our garden sloped steeply towards the tree lined road. Sometimes the lorries would park for a few hours on this road. I think these convoys must have been American because some of the soldiers were black and once they threw bars of chocolate to us kids as we sat watching them.
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Genevieve Tudor of 大象传媒 Radio Shropshire and CSV Media Action Desk on behalf of Ron Turner and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.'
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