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- People in story:听
- Mrs Eileen Henderson
- Location of story:听
- Nottingham
- Article ID:听
- A2040148
- Contributed on:听
- 14 November 2003
I was seven when the war broke out and I remember the teacher telling us that because the air raid shelters were'nt finished some of us would be going to school in people's spare bedrooms. To find out which, the sirens would go and we had to run home as fast as we could. Those that lived furthest away would stay at home. When the day came and the siren went, I ran as fast as my legs would go. I was terrified. Then I saw my mother waiting at the end of the street, talking to a neighbour. When I got to them, I heard my mother say "Poor thing, she's wet herself with fright".
Another time one night when they were bombing Nottingham, our air raid shelter had two inches of water in it, so we went under the table. The bombs were very loud. My mother suddenly looked through the window, then ran outside in her nightgown. We saw her pick up a sandbag and run into a neighbour's garden and throw it on a light.The street warden came round next day and told my Dad she'd put out an incendiary bomb and probably stopped that area from getting bombed.
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