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[This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Margaret Jones from Three Counties Action at the Glenn Miller Festival on behalf of Vivien Jackson and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs. Jackson fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.]

This is the story of my mother and grandmother as remembered by me. The story took place in late 1940/early 1941. My grandmother lived in Peckham and kept a fresh fish shop. The living room and kitchen were behind the shop and in the yard there were eels in a tank and a smoking oven. There used to be a terrible smell. My parents had eloped to Southport and my dad worked in a Munitions Factory there.

When I was a few months old my mother took me to Peckham to be baptised in the family church. Bombs started to drop over the houses, in fact they dropped on the whole of the opposite side of the street. The siren went off and everyone yelled to go to the air raid shelter. When they got there they looked around and asked 鈥� who鈥檚 got the baby?鈥� They ran back to the house where I had been left on the sofa. The house had been hit three times and was damaged. I was lying under the canary鈥檚 cage with the canary flying loose. When they found me I was laughing my head off.

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