大象传媒

Memories that are indelibly imprinted on my mind are those from my early childhood during WWII. Most vivid is the Victory Parade past the RVI in Newcastle at the war's end, which I witnessed from a window in the ward where I was recovering from a broken leg sustained in an "Evil Knievel" run down Norwood pit heap on a three wheel bicycle. Before that, the sound of air raid sirens and the never-forgotten drone of aeroplane engines was pretty regular.

I remember sitting at the table eating fish and chips when the air raid siren went. My mother put me and my younger baby brother in the bunk under the stairs (Anderson shelter!) much to my indignation. The war ended when I was six years old.

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