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- People in story:听
- Harold Dixon
- Location of story:听
- Eccleshill, West Yorkshire
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A2756261
- Contributed on:听
- 17 June 2004
In October 1940 my mother was due to marry my father who had voluntered for service in the Air Force and so the wedding presents, finery, food and drink was being collected at my grandparents home in Eccleshill. Bradford, like many places, suffered numerous air raid warnings at this period and the air raid shelter was deemed to be the cellar. On several nights in succession sleep was interrupted by the sirens and everyone had to make their way to the cellar carrying those items deemed to be imperative to the forthcoming event. On one occasion my grandfather dressed in pyjamas, with my grandmothers hat on his head and her fur coat around his shoulders caught his toe on the newel post at the top of the stairs,raised his eyes heavanwards, and said in tones of great suffering " curse these bloody Huns" which as a staunch Weslyian Methodist not given to swearing summed up his feelings.
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