大象传媒

I was 9 at the start of the war, with my 3 sisters and 2 brothers we moved from Hammer street to Bowell Street - you know where all the poets lived. My mum didn't believe in us being evacuated so we stayed at home. My friend Rene Cook and I one day had to go and get her Aunt some baby's milk and we weren't supposed to go because of the bombs. The sirens went off and we scurried into a doorway with machine gun fire from the dogfight above spraying the street in front of us. Luckily a lady opened the door and pulled us inside to safety. The pompom gun - we called it that anyway because it used to go pom pom - used to off at the top of the street which used the shake the old houses and drive us mad! My brother loved carpentry and made us scooters from two wheels and a piece of wood and we would scoot off home when the sirens went off. The sirens would often interrupt our play because we had to scatter as soon as we heard them. The best time of the war was VE day when we saw hundreds and hundeds of planes flying above, thwey looked like there must have been an inch between them, fascinating.

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