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We had a morrison shelter in our front room, I thought it was great fun and was to told keep quiet (aged 2 1/2!). Despite the fact our front windows were blown out I was sad to see it go.

My father Myles Quirke was a violinist in the London Philarmonic Orchrestra from approximatey 1920 - 1955. Concerts were continued during the war years. When the sirens sounded music stopped for evaucation and when restarted commenced from the actual note the symphony had ended before the interupption, as an act of definance.

In early 1944 there was a raid in the city of London and my father never came home that night. Mum was frantic. When he finally appeared black from head to foot after being dragged into Liverpool Street Underground by a friend. His words "Every building was on fire and I was hypnotised by such senseless destruction to my London".

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