Childhood spent in Sheffield and we were paid 6d for fire watching at school and we got a cooked breakfast in addition.
After an air raid I walked to school because there were no buses past bomb damaged houses, found the school gates closed and walked home again.
Dad came home with the Christmas joint and when he got home he found it had been hit by shrapnel
There was a barrage balloon nearby and one day a single plane flew over and fired at the balloon.
The house at the end of the road was flattened by a land mine.
The ARP wardens were strict about the blackout and you had to be careful not to have any gaps round the curtains which were black.
I can still remember the smell of the air raid shelter and I have a lasting vision of what mum used to do with powdered egg
 | 15 October 2014 |
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