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We had a cast iron air-raid shelter, like, a pantry that you got in underneath, but I wouldn鈥檛. I went to bed every night if we didn鈥檛 stand outside watching the bombs fall over Liverpool. One night we were in bed, a Sunday morning it was in Lydiate, and as far as we were concerned, the night鈥檚 raids had gone over. Then we heard Jerry go over, then we heard this whistle, and there were six, one after the other. Because they used to drop their loads out here to try to set the grain and wheat on fire.
There were a lot of areas that were bombed, Litherland, Bootle, all around. One day my sister came out and her friend came and she said 鈥淐ome on, I鈥檒l take you round to Bootle by car.鈥� Well where you could get to, road after road was cordoned off because it was so bad. Bootle was in a terrible state. Lovely big houses had taken the bombs.
One night she was out and the house got a direct hit. The places was shattered. But under the stairs had a little cupboard, she had half a dozen eggs there, and the eggs were untouched. The six eggs were still there. The bomb must have gone right past them and then exploded. It鈥檚 not often you had six eggs in those days!

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