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My name is Olive Norwood, and I’m 93.
I was a housewife in a village in East Anglia during the war. I was married to the village policeman, so that was his job during the war! He was in a reserved occupation. He had to go out every night, and I used to get under the table, because we were on the coast, and planes used to come over, pretty low. There was always that fear, and I had a little girl at that time. But my husband had to go out every single night, checking the black outs. He was the one saying ‘Put that light out!’.
Because we were near the River Orwell, I can remember wheeling my daughter out in a pram, and the German bombers coming very low over, in daylight. Not just one either. It wasn’t quite close enough to see their faces, but not far off. It was very frightening. We were surrounded by the American Air Force, so I think they were headed there.
And I can remember when they invaded, it was dark, and we heard them coming over, so we went outside and saw the planes coming over. Scary. But I lived to tell the tale, didn’t I?

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