大象传媒

By Group D

In the phoney war all the shelters were filled with water, the fire-brigade had to come and pump it out just before the battle of britain started...

My third brother had chicken pox so people wouldn't be happy if he went down the shelter. A police officer had a list of people who should be in the shelter, when my family was found not to be on the list he came to the door and demanded we go down. We had to go down...that night our home got bombed out, all the doors and windows blown out, we would have died if we had stayed in the house that night. Shards of glass that had cut straight through the beds. To cook, as we had no gas or electricty after that night we had to heat the pans with candles, after a pot was simmering all day I accidently knocked it over knocking hot water all over my leg, and a potato got stuck to my leg because of the starch. We had to go to the hospital (Norwich Hospital) they kept us there about two weeks, we were shifted out after a few weeks to Bury St. Edmonds and a nurse took us around in a little car to try and find a place for us to live. My mum didn't want us to be split up. Some places were turned away 'We don't want any Vac'ee's' they used to say. Mum got so upset that she wanted to go back to London, even though we had nothing to go back to. The nurse eventully found a little thatched cottage on a private estate. And that's where we stayed from late 1940 to 1947.

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