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I have many memories as a child of the second world war. Many of them were of sleeping in the Anderson shelter which was in our back garden.

One night my father was standing at the entrance of the shelter (on fire watching duty) when there was a loud explosion, my father was blown into the shelter by the blast, fortunately he was only badly bruised.

The next morning when we emerged from the shelter my parents told me that I could not go to school that day as the school had been hit by a bomb during the night. All of my friends and I were dancing up and down because we had the time off, until we were told that the caretaker and his daughter had been killed, which saddened us.
We did not enjoy our time off school after that.

My parents and I lived in Hayes Middlesex, which had a few factories, which seemed to attract the German bombers. Eventually, my Mother thought it would be safer to use the communal shelter. So every night we had the chore of walking through Hayes town, my Father used to carry a mattress on his head, so by time we reached the shelter he was very tired, which was not very good when he was up most of night doing fire watching duty.

My mother used to help by making the tea for the A.R.P. wardens which they needed after a busy nights of air raids.

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