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I was six. I lived in Coventry. My father worked for the Rover Company. He was also an air raid warden. I remember clearly the Anderson Shelter that he built in our garden, and that it kept filling with water that we baled out.
On the day preceding the blitz I had been taken to my grandmother in Kenilworth. We stood in the dining room and watched the flashes as the bombs dropped on Coventry. We had to be evacuated from that house, which was 2, Lower Ladys Hills because of an unexploded bomb in the garden.
I stayed that night in a pub and slept in a bed with Lil Merry - I think she was the landlady.
The next morning we all went to the Parochial Church Hall. There were matresses on the floor, and that's where my parents found me.
They had climbed over the smouldering centre of the city of Coventry and then walked the five miles to Kenilworth.
I was evacuated, I don't know how I got there, to the lodge of a big house in Nantwich, Cheshire where I stayed with an elderly couple for a short while. I was ill and had a high temperature. They kept putting am eiderdown on me and I got so hot. I didn't cry, until my mummy came.
Eventually my father, mother, grandmother and I went to Grindleton, near Clitheroe in Lancashire. We lived there for the duration of the war, because my father was working on the jet engine with Sir Frank Whittle.
What a lot of memories!

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