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This story has been submitted by the gmr action desk on behalf of Jean McComas who has given her permission

Mum and dad hadn't been married very long when dad had to go away. Dad was a sargent in the army and served in Scotland, where he looked after the prisoners of war.
Mum worked as a mill girl at dickie howarths and she was a fire warden at night, she was only 4' 11" but she put fires out, when she was not in the mill or fire watching she also nursed at hope hospital where her sister worked. She used to go to my mums for a bit of piece and to get some sleep.
Mum came home from work and the sirens went, they went to the nearest shelter eventually the bomb did drop, the planes thought Liverpool st being a very long street from the air looked like the canal, they dropped the bomb on two houses and when they finally got the all clear and she went to her house and the bomb had blown all the doors off. Her dad came from weaste to see if she was all right, they found there was no doors on, every body knew that mum was on her own so they made it as safe as they could, then her dad packed her up and took her back to weaste.
The soldiers came home from time to time and one time dad brought his gun home, it frightened mum so much they had to put it under the bed. They had been married thirteen years and had no children but mum wrote to dad and told him she was expecting a baby, dad said 'seeing is believing' but by the time he got back again she could see she was well and truely pregnant and the result was me on march 19th 1946.

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