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- audrey walsh
- People in story:听
- Audrey Walsh
- Location of story:听
- Cyncoed, Cardiff
- Article ID:听
- A1156231
- Contributed on:听
- 26 August 2003
Our main preoccupation in the autumn of 1939 was putting up the black-out on all the windows of the four-bedroomed semi-detached house into which we moved on the edge of Cardiff, a few yardsaway from Cardiff Golf Club.
The local air-raid warden was an earnest Norwegian, manager of a shipping company, and to my childis fears he added a great deal of anxiety that my dear fater would be arrested for allowing a jink of light through the black rollerblinds which he made in the evenings when he came home from work. As he had served in both the army and air corps in the First World War he was exempt from call-up and was in a reserved occupation.
The residents of our streetclubbed together (led by the bak manager who lived opposite) to build an undergraoung shelter in the car-park of the golf club to which we relucatantly went at night when the air-raid sirens went off. It has a chemical lavatory and I think we children had bunks. But the shelter fell out of favour when individual shelters were issued by the Government to most families. We never had an Anderson shelter but a Morrison steel cage which took up a lot of space in the dining room and which we used as a table.
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