- Contributed byÌý
- ateamwar
- People in story:Ìý
- Florence Tyrer
- Location of story:Ìý
- Liverpool
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5104865
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 16 August 2005
This story appears courtesy of and with thanks to The Liverpool Diocesan Care and Repair Association and James Taylor.
Well we used to go to the air raid shelters in town. We were passing through into town when a bomb dropped by the big insurance company, and all the glass was shattered in the building. We went under St. George’s Hall, and as we were going through we could see all the sky lit up. People were very friendly, as I say, and much more concerned with each other than what they appear to be today. They were much more willing to help but there were others who were on the make for anything they could get ! But on the whole they were closer, much friendlier and more willing to help. We had a hole blown in the roof in the house we lived in, and the windows broken and the front door shattered
We had this poor little kitten that we left in the house and we couldn’t find it for soot when we went back in ! It was still in the box but it was covered.
Two bombs dropped in the street where I lived. Whitman Street, and two houses were demolished and in Gaerwen Street at the back of us, a bomb was dropped on a house and I think all the family were killed. While the air raid warden was trying to rescue them, we were in the kitchen, and you could hear the machines fire from the aeroplanes. Mill Road Hospital was hit and that was a big disaster. I know a man who lost his life he was an ambulance driver, and he left a family of seven children.
There was a building under a school somewhere near Holt Road and that was used as an air raid shelter. One of the boilers burst and a lot of people were injured with that. My husband worked in the post office and he was on fire watch and he worked in the Home Guard as well, in Kensington. I also had a brother who was captured and taken prisoner in Tobruk. He escaped with some others, and they were led over the Swiss Alps into Italy and he collapsed so he had to be carried the few yards. We had photographs sent we didn’t recognise him, he was starved.
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