- Contributed by听
- A7431347
- People in story:听
- John Edward Gilder, Edwin Howerd, Edith Howerd
- Location of story:听
- Rectory Farm, Upper Stondon, Bedfordshire
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A6026672
- Contributed on:听
- 05 October 2005
I was six years old in 1943 and staying with my Grandad and Grandma at their farm, Rectory Farm, Upper Stondon in Bedforshire.
One evening the air raid siren sounded and we hid under the stairs. The air raid shelter was full of water and the ducks used to swim in it. A German bomber jettisoned his bombs, 'safe', and they straddled our house, about a hundred yards either side in the fields. The next day when the bomb disposal team arrived they found a group of schoolboys had excavated one of the bombs and were about to haul it out of the crater. We then had a visit from the police at our village school to warn us of the dangers of strange devices which could blow us up. I still remember the posters on the wall featuring aircraft recognition, suspicious devices, colorado beetles and poisonous plants.
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