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I was six when war broke out, evacuated to Essex, but after seven months stuck in the country, my mother who was with me had had enough, so back we went to Tottenham.
The phoney war was in full swing and nothing happened all through that summer.
However in 1940 the Germans woke up and started their raids, first on the airfields, then on us.
My aunt Elsie had a place in the community shelter, in the local recreation park all through the war.
She arrived there every evening at 7pm. And stayed all night, leaving in the morning at 7am.

Tottenham with its' many railway lines was heavily bombed, they linked Liverpool Street to Kings Cross.
Almost every night the German bombers attempted to destroy the line.
One night in '42 they tried again, and missed the line but the bomb went down an air vent of the air-raid shelter. Unfortunately everyone was killed.
My aunt was in the shelter at the time, the only thing that we found, was her handbag.

This bombing was not reported, as it would lower the moral of the local population.
Today. All that is left of the site is just rubble. There are trees attempting to grow through the broken concrete, unfortunately there's not even a memorial plaque.

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