Barbara Crosher in the garden of 38 Newcomen Street — 1943
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- ´óÏó´«Ã½ Open Centre, Hull
- People in story:Ìý
- Barbara Crosher, George Albert Crosher
- Location of story:Ìý
- Hull
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A7418388
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- 30 November 2005
I was eight when war was declared. My memories were of an exciting time, but then we had shrapnel to collect and lots of time off school! We used to go to the Tea Dances on Newbridge Road where my sisters taught me to dance.
We lived opposite Sweet Dews Farm which was owned by Mr Pearson. There was a balloon site there and we used to call the balloon Big Bertha. I remember there also being at least one spotlight on this sight.
When the sirens went we used disappear into the shelter, my mother clutching onto her duffle-bag of policies and important papers. Granddad used to push me into the shelter whenever he heard an aeroplane! Initially, we used the Escourt Street School shelter(s) until our street shelters were built.
I don’t think I ever realised what war really meant until a favourite uncle, George Crosher, was killed in somewhere in France. (See story A7418171) He was never coming home...
Never.
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