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- People in story:听
- Mr Brian Shoebridge
- Location of story:听
- Northampton
- Article ID:听
- A4444788
- Contributed on:听
- 13 July 2005
I was 5 years old when the war started, and my earliest memory was the shelters in Abington Park, down by the boating lake. There used to be some soldiers training down there, and we used to creep up on them and get some jam and noggies of bread. There used to be soldiers training in the bottom part of Abington Park by the water tower, and we used to go down there.
My Dad was an Air Raid Warden.
I also helped when Dad dug out the air raid shelter in the garden: the Anderson shelter.
My brother was in the army at the time, and he was a despatch rider. He came home for a quarter of an hour sometimes on his motor cycle.
My brother and I used to play in the air raid shelter in Abington Park.
I can remember a doodle bug going over. I was in Britton Road and I heard this strange noise, and I looked up, and there was this flying bomb. You could see a dark thing going over. And then there was Coventry and my brother and I had to sleep in the air raid shelter.
I can remember a mosquito crashing in Booth Lane where the school is now. We were at school, and after school we saw a pile of ash and a pilot's helmet with ginger hair in it.
Both my sisters went out with Americans from the American Air force, and I was the first kid in my street to have a banana.
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