- Contributed by听
- martinb
- People in story:听
- Martin Beckett
- Location of story:听
- Palmers Green / Southgate
- Article ID:听
- A1936145
- Contributed on:听
- 30 October 2003
Born in July 1939, when the war started I would have been about 6 weeks old. So my story really jumps forward to 1944.
We lived in North London on the boundary of Palmers Green, N13 and Southgate, N14. When the V1 flying bomb attacks on London began in the summer of 1944 I was sent down to Askett in rural Buckinghamshire to stay with elderly aunts, all in their 70s or 80s but of whom I was very fond.
By September of that year I was of school age and back in Palmers Green ready to start my first term in the infants at Hazelwood Lane school. Every Monday morning we would bring our dinner money, 2 shillings and a penny for the week (that's 5 pence a day). Milk money was also collected by the teacher, I think that was a half penny a day until later on it became free. I must have been an ungrateful child because it seemed that every day we had ' meat greens gravy and potatoes '. Little did I realise what risks had been taken by our brave merchant seamen to bring that food to Britain. After hearing my complaints about the lack of choice in our school dinners my mum got so fed up that she came down to the school to see what was wrong, and became a 'dinner lady' to do something about it. I could hardly complain after that.
About 6 weeks or so after I started at Hazelwood Lane School an event occurred which I remember to this day, but it has a little mystery attached to it. Maybe someone reading this will know what really happened.
One day in the classroom our teacher suddenly told all of us to get underneath our desks quickly. We did so and then very soon afterwards came the most tremendous explosion. Almost 60 years later I still cannot remember anything louder than that great bang. You can imagine what effect it had on a class of 5-year-olds in their first school term.
Soon afterwards I remember being told that a V2 rocket had landed on the railway line near Palmers Green station, about 1/4 mile or so from our school. It definitely happened, because a fragment of the railway track landed in a classmate's bedroom about the same distance in the opposite direction from the school. She told me quite recently that the piece of line is still in her family's possession!
The mystery attached to this event only emerged in recent years when I learned more about V2 rockets. They were actually an early form of ballistic missile, and came down from such a height so suddenly and without any sound that no one on the ground had any warning of their imminent arrival. So, if it was indeed a V2, how was it possible that our teacher was able to give us those vital few seconds warning to take cover?
Information given to me by the Imperial War Museum confirms that a V2 landing was indeed recorded close to Palmers Green station on 26 October 1944. Being a Friday, that date would therefore have been a school day. The problem is that the time of this V2 hit, known as a 'Big Ben Incident', is recorded as 6.45 pm, by which time it would have been dark and school would have been long finished for the day. The event I remember was definitely during school hours in daylight.
The best explanation suggested to me by a friend who was also at my school is that what our teacher warned us about was not a V2 rocket but a V1 flying bomb. The V1s were known as 'buzz-bombs' because of the noise they made in flight. When the fuel supply ran out the engine stopped and you know it was going to land somewhere close to where you were. So it might have been possible for our teacher to hear the engine of a V1 cut out and so give us that vital warning. Does anyone reading this know whether a V1 did actually land somewhere near Palmers Green on a school day in the autumn of 1944?
When enemy raids were expected, maybe also for V1 or V2 attacks, the unforgettable wailing sound of 'Moaning Minnie' the air raid warning siren would have been heard across Palmers Green. We had a strong iron framed shelter inside our house - were they called Morrison Shelters? - but what use would that have been against a flying bomb or rocket?
How welcome was Minnie's steady 'all clear' note when the raids were over. Whenever that note sounds at the end of an episode of 'Dad's Army' it still brings a lump to my throat and reminds me of those difficult times.
So unreal in terms of modern experience are they that it seems almost unbelieveable to realise that such events happened in my lifetime.
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