- Contributed by听
- Robbierobertson
- People in story:听
- Frederick Robertson
- Location of story:听
- Islington London
- Article ID:听
- A2023039
- Contributed on:听
- 11 November 2003
I well remember the crisis of 1938,we were all issued with gas masks at the local church hall and preparations were made to evacuate all children into the country.It was a most exciting time for an eight year old,War was not unfamiliar to us,my father had spent four years on the somme and almost all of the mature men I had ever known had at some time or other been involved in WW1.It was almost considered to be the natural state of affairs. "The only good german is a dead one"was a phrase heard often enough.It was therefor something of a dissapointment to me person when Mr Chamberland returned with the piece of paper from Munich.
We lived in a block of council flates in Hornsey Lane on the day war was declared in 1939 all the women in the buildings had gathered together on the staircases to listen to the broadcast many wereb in tears,which I felt difficult to understand,all this adventure was about to begin I had already decided where to site my machine gun when the germans invaded,anothyer dissapointment by the way.Almost as the broadcast finished the sirens sounded the alert,our firstexperience of the sound that was to become so much a part of our lives for the next few years
.By this time my mother had decided that my sister and I would remain with them in London whatever happens we will stick together she declaired
and we did to the end.All the schools were evacuated we and a very few others remained,no school for almost a year followed by some part time education in someones house.We much resented this intrusion into our lives.Full time schooling in London did not resume until 1941
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