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As a ten year old girl, I was out playing with my friends in the square at Peckham Rye East where I lived in Peckham in South London one day in the summer of 1940. It was sometime during the afternoon when a German plane sudden appeared over our heads. It was flying low and heading in a straight line for the main shopping street of Rye Lane. There had been no air raid siren. A raid during daylight hours was a surprise and obviously an incredible thing for us kids. Suddenly it was diving and firing its guns as it passed. I have never forgotten that event but never knew if any one was killed or hurt in the attack.
As kids one of our pastimes was to collect any wood that we could find in the rubble of the bombed out homes and buildings where we played. We would take these small bundles to our grateful neighbours and friends for firewood. Often we would get a drop of home made lemonade or a rock cake for our efforts.

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