- Contributed by听
- chapelparkonline
- People in story:听
- Alan Tarling
- Location of story:听
- London, Wymondham (near Leicester), North Berwick in Scotland
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A2783126
- Contributed on:听
- 26 June 2004
As a four year old I don't remember much about the start of the war, but I do remember the shelters being built all up the road, big brick shelters that took up half of the road. When I started school the corridors of the school were regularly segregated by partial walls for protection against bomb blasts. When I was 6, casting my mind back, my mother and I went to stay with her parents in Wymondham which is near Melton Mowbray in Leicester, I don鈥檛 know how we fitted into the house which was a small country cottage. There were Grandparents, my mother and myself and sometimes my father came up from London, my Sister was born there and was sometimes placed in a drawer as a cot. There was also an aunt and her daughter. This was in a small cottage with a toilet in the garden. I don鈥檛 remember when we moved back to London but when I was 7-8 I was in North Berwick with an Aunt and her husband who was in the air force, the thing I really remember about that time was cycling around the Scottish hills. In both of these places I remember probably the only bomb that landed in Wymondham and North Berwick. The war was practically unheard of in these places. In North West London we regularly had bombs all around us, in fact we have heard just lately that the area was on every bombers charts if they missed their targets they headed for our area this was partly because it was a big industrial area, but mainly because a printers near us printed items/instructions for the French resistance. I really remember the big street parties that we had for VE and VJ days, when the whole area went mad.
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