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- Doreen White
- Location of story:听
- Woelly Castle, Birmingham
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A7187231
- Contributed on:听
- 22 November 2005
I remember the gas masks, which we had to take to school every day, and my baby sister had one that covered her whole body.
Dried Eggs.
Going into the Anderson Shelter at the bottom of the back garden. We didn鈥檛 go there all the time because my sister had bronchitis and we had to sit behind the stairs sometimes.
My dad was an air raid warden, he wanted to go into the forces but they wouldn鈥檛 let him because he worked at Austin and they were building aeroplanes.
My mother used to tell us about buying stale cakes. She was from a big family.
We were lucky we didn鈥檛 get bombed very often, once in a while they tried.
When the war was over I remembered how we all dressed up in Red, White and Blue, my mom made our dresses to celebrate, we had a street party.
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