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- Joanna Roberts
- Location of story:听
- London
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4392056
- Contributed on:听
- 07 July 2005
One day during the blitz we had been hiding in the cellar as we lived in a block of flats. My mother went to the door and down the steps to see how much of the street was left. Amazingly most of the street was left but at the far end a group of bombers were caught in the search lights and dropped their bombs at the end of the street.
My mother walked down the street not really taking any notice of where she was walking and as she stepped on to the pavement she started to scream. l asked her what was the matter and she said 鈥淚 am standing on a body, l am standing on a dead body!鈥 Being a child, l looked down and started to laugh and said 鈥淣o mother look down, look down.鈥 The whole street was covered in clay thrown up in the air and our street was at least half a mile long and she was standing on it and she thought that she was standing on a body.
My mother worked in the city in a big shop and could not always make it home before it was evening so had to find her way home in the dark. One day after the all-clear siren had gone off, she started home and had to pass one of the churches in London. Many people had gone to the church for shelter but unfortunately the church took a direct hit and everyone was killed. My mother had to walk past all these bodies lying in the street which caused her to have a break down. She never went back to work and we had all to go away for six months.
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