Doodlebugs

When I was a little girl just coming up to my 4th birthday I was really scared of the doodlebugs that passed over our house. When one passed over I would run into the kitchen and hide under the sink with all the saucepans. My father tried to help me overcome this fear by picking me up and taking me into the garden to look at one, describing what was happening to me. He said that it was like a lion roaring and that all the time there were flames coming out of it we were safe; needless to say it cut out and I wriggled out of his arms back to what I thought was safety under the sink. Later we found out that it had come down about 10 miles from our house. I then asked my father how the stork managed to get through all these doodlebugs to bring me my baby brother David. He did not have a very good explanation for me except to say that Storks were magic. As you can imagine I was very glad when the Germans stopped sending the doodlebugs over our country. Also all the time the was going on I would not go to bed under the stairs until I had seen my father on duty outside our front door with his helmet on and his rifle on his shoulder. He was in the home guard so I really believed that he could stop all the Germans from coming into out home.

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