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I was a child during the war. I still remember the air raids, mam used to rush us children down to the air raid shelter as dad stayed in bed. He said if he had to die it would be there in bed. One night we all went in to the salvation army tunnel or cellars. Luckily Dad came as when we went home we were bombed out, and it always stayed in my mind, mother saying she had just put a full basin of sugar out. We moved from our home which was in Walpole Street, South Shields, to Palmersten Street. I had a rag doll which I named Bella Biscuit and it broke my heart as she went missing in the raid. There was a lovely man named Tommy Pollard, he used to bring jugs of cocoa and biscuits to the shelter: we kids used to look forward to the raids, as we didn't realise the danger.

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