- Contributed byÌý
- shropshirelibraries
- People in story:Ìý
- Alice Elizabeth Rowe
- Location of story:Ìý
- Harley and Shrewsbury, Shropshire
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4310452
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 30 June 2005
I’m Alice Elizabeth Rowe and I was born in the village of Harley, Shropshire.
In 1939 I worked at a butchers shop — and after that I worked at a hotel. When I used to come home after work I remember never wanting to go back out again — I was really frightened, because I could see the bombs dropping all around me.
I was also in the firefighters, and we used to go out a lot with that. There were six of us altogether, and we had to walk two miles in two’s to meet the other group.
In 1940, I left the hotel, and went to work at the Zephyr Engineering works (A factory) in Shrewsbury. I lived in Harley at the time though, and had to bike to work every day for six o’ clock in the morning. I got paid 11 pounds 15 and sixpence a month — that’s after tax. I used to get 2 pounds extra a week because I was in charge.
I was actually an inspector on the line — making petrol filters for aeroplanes. If my line name and number was found on a faulty one I was in big trouble because those parts were vital on planes.
We used to all get together — eight of us in my bay, and we used to do raffles and things, to make money for the blind boys at St Dustan’s, [A home and rehabilitation centre run by a charity for service men and women who have significant problems with their sight — this particular home was based in Church Stretton and was set up when the home in Ovingdean became too dangerous during the war]. We used to take our money, and meet them for lunch, and take them treats and cigarettes and chocolates. It was lovely, it made them really happy.
I really loved working at the Zephyr, everyone I worked with was really charming, and we kept in touch for years after.
I remember being in Shrewsbury when German aircraft were flying over once. They flew so low we could see the swastika! I also remember one night they were dropping bombs on the railway up at Greenfields.
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