- Contributed by听
- luckybruce
- People in story:听
- Brian Frost
- Location of story:听
- Sheffield
- Article ID:听
- A2034064
- Contributed on:听
- 13 November 2003
Told to Bruce Funnell by Brian Frost of Sheffield
One weekend around 1944/45 all the family went to visit Aunty Eloner's in the Parsons Cross area of Sheffield. All the family used to sleep over at these family get togethers and during the night (could have been in the early hours of the morning) my father suddenly shouted for us all to wake up and get dressed.
During all the panic to get ready in the blackout and put our clothes on one of my uncles was pushing his legs into a pair of trousers, pushing and pushing he couldn't get them on. It turned out he was trying to fit into a pair of my trousers. I was only twelve years old at the time so he would have had no chance!
The road was flat and we all looked up and heard a loud droning noise. we could see the flame from a flying bomb!
My father shouted "If you see the flame go out fall flat onto the pavement, as flat as you can" We watched as it slowly flew out of our sight and later we heard it had landed somewhere over the Penines on a walls icecream factory.
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