- Contributed by听
- luckybob
- People in story:听
- Robert Lawford
- Location of story:听
- London and North Wales
- Article ID:听
- A1942391
- Contributed on:听
- 31 October 2003
I was born in October 1941 and in that year was evacuated to Criccieth in North Wales with my Mother. We were billeted in a house, but it all ended in tears with a row between my Mother and the Householder because I put a hand on her polished table. While we were there, we were invited by Megan Lloyd George the sister of the ex PM David Lloyd George up to the White House for tea. So even though Lloyd George didn't know my father, as the song goes, his sister knew my Mother!
As the threat from Hitler seemed small in comparison to the Welsh Dragon we were staying with, my Mother brought me back to battered London. When the air raid siren went we always went to a shelter in Harrington Square Camden Town, but this particular night it was full and we went to Mornington Crescent Underground Station instead. That night the shelter got a direct hit and everyone was killed. The 大象传媒 used to stop transmitting when an air raid was imminent, so if the radio stopped receiving we ran for the shelter. As the radios worked from an accumulator (a rechargable battery) when it ran out we would think an air raid was due and run for shelter, only to find no one else was there. The accumulators were recharged by the local garage. We stayed in London until the end of the war and I remember the doodle bugs and I was frightened by a Barrage Balloon on Primrose Hill.
My grandfather was an air raid warden in Camden. My father was a lance corporal in The Duke of Cornwalls Light Infantry 1st Army. He was a driver/bren gunner of a bren gun carrier. He was wounded in the leg and face in Medjez El Bab in Egypt and wounded again in the leg in Monte Cassino, both times in mortar actions. All my family survived the war.
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