大象传媒

I was born in Yalding road Bermondsey and was evacuated from there on September 1st 1939.I always thought that most Bermondsey children went to the South Coast but was interested to read of someone who went to Wales with their school.
When France fell we were left facing the Germans and my parents took me home on the 'We'll all die together' principle but within a month or two we were facing the air-raids we had been evacuated to avoid.
Suffice it to say that we were bombed one Saturday night having left in the morning to get some sleep for my father who was a steel erector, building Leavesden Aerodrome near Watford and travelling every day.
My Mother lost her house and little garden and after four years of us all living in one semi-basement room in Abbots Langley, we returned at the end of July 1945 to a filthy flat in Devon Mansions, Tooley Street. They lived in flats ever after until my mother had to live in a Residential Home for the last few years of her life. Although I get very emotional about evacuation and it still is a vivid memory it shocked me recently to get very upset when I contacted,from Leicestershire, where I now live with my family, an estate agent advertising a house for sale in Yalding road. While I was asking him if he could let me have a photo of a house in Yalding road because I had no photos of them I found myself crying bitterly about what we had lost and what my mother must have experienced. I sobbed for hours. I wonder if other people have experienced such a sense of loss. I am now 74 years old and it has shaken me to find myself so affected by these memories.
I would be interested to hear. I am very happy with my life and wonderful family but I am still that litle girl who lost it all,except that we were alive.