大象传媒

It was getting towards evening in May 1941.We had endured quite a few air raids up to that time,each one a little more scary than the last. Our windows had already disappeared once, and my toy inflatable barrage baloon pinned to the ceiling seemed not to upset the Luftwaffa.
As usual the moaning up and down wail of the sirens started the evenings entertainment. Mother called us to retire to the shelter, a consruction of scafolding tubes and corrugated iron fixed into our coal celler by the local council workers. we dived in, mother grabbed my months old sister, who was asleep in the hallway in her pram. The raid lasted,maybe an hour or so - then came the "all clear", and we prepared to emerge from the celler, only to realise that what mother was hugging and protecting from the bombs, was, in fact the Coal Scuttle,which she was in the act of using when the siren sounded. My sister was sound asleep,still in her pram in the hall covered in dust and small bits of ceiling. We laughed later--- but the effect of Stress on Mother was obviously working in mysterious ways. For all that, I dont remember any loss of moral,Hitler was just a dangerous pest.

漏 Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.