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- HnWCSVActionDesk
- People in story:听
- Mr D. Lake
- Location of story:听
- Birmingham
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4384181
- Contributed on:听
- 07 July 2005
Our garden was mostly ash, so was our next door neighbours so we could not dig down deep enough to build our Anderson shelter.
But their next door neighbour could dig deep enough in his garden for a shelter so we joined two together and made one long one in which 3 families could shelter. There always seemed to be the constant drone of aircraft in those days.
My father was a fire watcher, one night Scrivons Bakery was bombed and all the flour, sugar and fruit ended up all over the pavements, and the roads, it blocked all the drains up as well. When you walked up the road your feet stuck to the pavements.
At school all us lads collected shrapnel, and the one who had the biggest lump was the hero, until a bigger piece came along.
I was evacuated to a little village in the Cotswolds, and not far from us, about 2-3 miles was an airfield. I stayed away from home for about 1 year.
My uncle who worked in Evesham as a postman used to tell us he cycled from the village he lived in, 10 miles to work every day. And what鈥檚 more he used go home for his dinner.
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