- Contributed by听
- Barry Ainsworth
- People in story:听
- Pat Powell
- Location of story:听
- Britain
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A8645592
- Contributed on:听
- 19 January 2006
It was 1941
As a family we were all home and just about to go to bed, I was around three at the time.
We heard a very heavy thud, and all the kitchen bits were thrown into the air, it was only when the ARP men came knocking on the door and shouting, that we realised that a time bomb had hit the house.
They were, in fact trying to hit a group of searchlights in the local park.
The ARP warden help us all to gather a few things together, and we were told to wait on the pavement, although we were all scared no-one was crying or making much of a fuss.
We all got out, including my brother's pram, but, as we stood there, my Dad made a dash inside the house to rescue a toy for each of us, and some precious things for my Mum.
It was quite a foolish thing to do as no one knew how long or when the bomb would explode.
My Grandmother lived about a quarter of a mile away, so the wardens told us to go there as a temporary home.
We walked through the dark streets until we reached her house.
We were not very welcome; she was so surprised to see us.
We found out later that the bomb had exploded during the night.
Later we were re-housed, and we replaced all our belongings from the local second hand shop, run by the WVS.
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