My mother Elsie Lester was booked by her father onto the evacuee ship City of Benares to sail from...
During the ensueing journey to the shelter we were continually being showered with shrapnel from the anti...
My father was the air raid warden and was killed in the bombing. In 1944 the Hemswell Airfield was bombed...
My parents were both factory workers during the war and had their baby daughter looked after by a relative...
I guess that the people of both London and Liverpool needed a sense of humour to see them through the dark...
In 1938 my brother and I were very excited when we were taken to an airshow at Speke. This picture shows us...
My most vivid memory is of my Grandfather holding me up high, the sky was bright red as far as I could...
My dad Bowen and Grandad George were having a few pints of beer, as dad was home on leave from the Merchant...
His Dad, my Grandpa, was away in the Navy, working convoys across the North Atlantic. Dad told me about...
We had one in our street - or rather in the back-garden of one of the families in the street. Here is...
My Mum Frances Kelley was born December 1935... One night her mother had just bathed my mum, her sister and...
Spratt's factory used to make a variant of their dog biscuits for the soldiers!...
Great Mersey Street, Cubbon Street and Arnot Street were all hit... St Gerard's and St Aphonsus...
I was one of eight children sharing a house in liverpool.We were bombed regularly and this one time we...
Mrs Mabel Nicholas remembers being a young Mother with two small children during the bombing of Liverpool....
John Jones lived in Liverpool in 1940, and was moved to Chester as a 8 year old. From is house in Chester...
That's from your D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy... School was, however, a wonderful preparation for...
The Hoylake area, being close to Liverpool and Birkenhead, could hear and see the dreadful blitz they were...
He worked on the trams, after his shift, he would open the cellar door, we would all be there, my mum...
Arms, Legs and Cockroaches. One night we were running to the air raid shelter when my Dad heard this...
Then after that we used to go from Bootle on Jarvis Robinson's open wagon... I don't live in Bootle...