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This story was submitted to the Peoples War site by avolunteer from CSV on behalf of Eleanor Burrell, and has been added to the site with his permission, Ms Eleanor Burrell, fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

Here are some of my experiences of war. I was nearly 10 years old in 1939. I was out walking with a neighbour's baby. A siren went off, it was the first time I'd heard one and wasn't sure what it was. Eveyone was running, and I was scared. My neigbour too - she left the baby in the pram. During another raid, I was in bed in a shelter. A bomb hit the cinema in Edmonton - the Alcazar, and blew it to pieces. Another bomb hit the North Middlesex Hospital. The windows in the house blew out, there was just one left in a metal shade, swinging madly. The shelter was in a metal cage, in a house. This was for my mother and five children and helped us avoid glass injuries.

So our house was damaged and we moved into a flat, at 拢1 a week. We had an Anderson shelter in the garden with a square lookout. One night I saw a spitfire and a German plane in a real dog fight. One went down in a trail of smoke. It was frightening and exciting, a vivid memory.

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