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- ´óÏó´«Ã½ Open Centre, Hull
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- May Wilson, George Wilson
- Location of story:Ìý
- Hull
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
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- A7639059
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- 09 December 2005
Another episode in 1942. My dad and I were walking down Anlaby Road near Park Street. The sirens sounded. Dad said, ‘Let's go to the shelters in Little Park Street.’ I said, ‘No Dad, let’s go down to Cambridge Street instead.’
We were very lucky! One of the three shelters in Little Park Street (which we nearly went in) took a direct hit, killing a few people including some RAF boys who were billeted in houses nearby.
After the all clear, the sirens finished and you saw lots of people walking around carrying blankets with them, in case the sirens went off again and they had to return to the shelters. They did this until the next morning.
On another occasion dad had just washed his feet. The sirens went off. I said, ‘Dad, the Germans are dropping bombs.’ Dad said, ‘If I am going, I am going with my feet comfortable,’ and continued dusting them with French chalk. We didn’t have talcum powder in those days.
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