Stories categorised in 'Air Raids and Other Bombing'. These stories may contain references to other themes.
When daylight came W.V.S members were told to prepare meals for the whole town as the British Restaurant...
In 1939 when the war broke out on 2nd September, I was a schoolgirl in Ceylon and lived in a town about...
My family lived on the top floor and from our veranda, I could see the steeple and weather cock of St...
Dad was a Fire Watcher, when the Sirens went and we headed for the air raid shelter he had built in the...
I am David Nix and I spent the early war years living, with my grandmother Mrs Emily Gooder and my aunties...
Although we didn't think about the war, the firm I worked for, Charles Letts the diary people, were...
I suppose the very first incident of seeing a German plane was being told by my Dad to come and watch a...
One evening, in December 1940, when I was 11 years old, my friend Fred Harle and I decided to go carol...
He cleaned it out and used it as an ornament on our mantelshelf for years, as a souvenir of the night the...
My very earliest recollection is of being in an orphanage in Burnham-on-Sea where we were regularly taken...
into a large subterranean air-raid shelter... Every evening at home we slept, clad in siren suits, in the...
I narrate this story as told to me by my father, Jack Hodgson who is now a sprightly 84 years young.During...
I left school at 15 years of age and went to the work at the Whitehead Torpedo Works in Wyke Regis. I...
In the early days of the war, my father was stationed at RAF St Athan. My mother spent the night next door...
People walked into them, especially after they'd had a few drinks, and children ran out of the close...
A story that will live with me for life, I was about 6 years of age and with my parents we walked...