- Contributed by听
- Elizabeth Lister
- People in story:听
- Beryl Netherton
- Location of story:听
- South Devon
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A7469238
- Contributed on:听
- 02 December 2005
This story has been submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by a volunteer from CSV Berkshire on behalf of Beryl Netherton and has been added to the site with her permission. Beryl Netherton fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions
I was living in Devon in village called Staverton. In the village we were far enough away from harm, I recall once a german plane crashed and the pilot had to eject and he just missed the spire of the church.
I remember seeing Plymouth ablaze almost every night. It was a red glow in the sky. I can remember my parents saying 鈥淥h my Goodness, Plymouth has got it again tonight鈥.
I was 10 or 11 years old during the end of the war. My memories are actually quite pleasant. I remember on VJ day sitting in a field having lemonade, cakes, cream tea and biscuits. Having grown up in a village, which had no shops, we had never seen such luxuries before. I have no idea where these things came from but we really enjoyed it.
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