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This story is submitted by a volunteer on behalf of Radio Bristol Action Desk at city of Bristol College on Behalf of Joan Nurmeleht.

What stuck in all our minds was the fear of invasion. We were told as children that all the bells would ring if invasion was going to happen.
My mother did not like the Anderson shelter so normally we slept under the stairs, but on good Friday, my father had insisted that we went into the Anderson shelter. We emerged into the dawn, the Church of St Francis had been raised but the bell tower still stood. My father lifted me on to his shoulders so I could see and he said to me " The lord is looking after us" the survival of the tower meant that the bells could still be rung in an emergency.
We lived in a flat in town, with a narrow lane as the entrance. One of the barrage ballons came down blocking the lane that was the access to our home. Local children were most dissapppointed when the RAF came and took it away.
After the blitz there was no utilities or services, my mother fed a family of four by cooking on a coal fire surrounded by four house bricks. We had a tap in the garden for watering the vegetables. This tap was the only water tap that survived, we were the only people in the area with water, there was a constant procession of friends and neighbours with buckets

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