- Contributed by听
- derbycsv
- People in story:听
- Allan Beever
- Location of story:听
- Rotherham
- Article ID:听
- A5061935
- Contributed on:听
- 14 August 2005
This story has been submitted by Alison Tebbutt, Derby CSV Action Desk, on behalf of Allan Beever. The author has given his permission, and fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
I lived in Rotherham. I was nine when war started. I stayed there throughout the war. My father dug a hole in the garden for the Sanderson Shelter. For a period of three months we spent every night there when they were bombng Sheffield. You could stand on the hill and watch Sheffield burning.
A landmine fell in the school and blew out the windows. For three months the school was in parents houses. We went for half a day, different groups at a time and the rest of the week was spent doing homework. Classes were forty plus as so many teachers had been called up. After all that I left school with a good education.
The war was a game to us kids really, collecting shrapnel and all that.
Dad was in a reserved occupation, working in steelworks. Mum was very worried, she knew the steelworks were a target from the bombs.
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