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This story was submitted to the People’s War website by Frank, a pupil from Teversham Primary School on behalf of Mary Huxtable and has been added to the site with her permission. Mary Huxtable fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

There was a big metal table with caging around it in the dining room — it was a Morrison Shelter. When the air-raid siren sounded my family got into the air-raid shelter. When the air-raids were happening very often you had to sleep all night inside the shelter! But it wasn’t too crowded, because we were girls! When the air-raids were at their worst, even the neighbours who were around got in! Then it really was a squash. The Morrison shelter, I’m afraid, wasn’t strong enough to save your life, but it could save you from flying glass from blown-out windows. But it wouldn’t save your life if it was a direct hit on your house, but it would save your life if your house only collapsed due to a bomb nearby.

After the war, the shelters were taken and melted. I also remember that there was a little boy who had never seen a banana before and at the end of the war he was given a banana. As he had never seen a banana before, he insisted that he would not eat it, but he would keep it for life! But then he was so sad when it went black!

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