My Memory of The
Blitz
My first memory of the Second World War (The Blitz),
is one mixed with terror and excitement. I was ten years old at the time; my
mum and dad with me (Lauren) and brother Wayne who was eleven, lived in a good
but dull little house with an Anderson Shelter in the backyard.
I can just faintly remember Wayne and I were getting
ready for bed and as we were about to hop into bed, the siren went off; we
pranced off downstairs getting excited about getting into the Anderson Shelter
as we had never been in one before!
All the family raced through the door and skipped the
rest of the way to the Anderson Shelter. As we were all rather big, the space
inside was kind of cramped and crowded; so I decided to get onto the only
available bed, it was hard and very uncomfortable, I wished for my own cosy bed
back in the house.
After a good hour or so later, we heard the po-po (our
nickname for the Policeman) signal it was all clear to return. Once we got out,
we could see far around and to my dismay, all the houses had been reduced to
rumbles, our house had been ripped to shreds.
"Cool" exclaimed Wayne, fascination written
all over his face.
"This is far from cool, when your house is gone
and you have no place to live!" barked my mum.
"Well, you are meeting me at the right
time." said a strange voice from behind. We all turned around to see a
smiling fellow.
"I am Alan McBeale from the Home Company,"
he stretched out his hand to my dad very calmly; "Pleased to make your
acquaintance!"
" Oh thank God for this, you will not regret
helping us out, thank you so much!"
Alan took us round to his office and signed us up for
a flat in Kensington City (we were living at London, you see!). Alan needed to
consult with his work mates so we had to wait a little while, but finally it
was all sorted and we once again had a house to live in and call our own.
We settled quickly into our new home and life went
back to normal. The Blitz experience was soon forgotten.
Well that's my memory of the Blitz; hope you enjoyed
listening to it!
By DK
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