- Contributed by听
- fredeast
- People in story:听
- T,Copley
- Location of story:听
- Sheffield
- Article ID:听
- A2057573
- Contributed on:听
- 17 November 2003
I was 11 years old when the war started, and at first it was fun having lessons in people`s houses instead of School, and watching the activities at the nearby Balloon Barrage. We were fascinated watching the romance between one of the R.A.F.men and one of our neighbours.
That was until the night of the first blitz on Thursday 12th December 1940, a date forever etched on my mind. Mother was washing the pots when we heard the thump, thump of the German planes and heard the first bombs dropping before the sirens sounded. It was a clear moonlit night so we daren`t walk the 200 yds up the garden to our Anderson shelter but cowered under the table. The bombs whistling between the houses blew in the doors and shattered windows, at one time the house shook so much that we were afraid our house had been badly damaged. After the all-clear we crawled upstairs in the dark, feeling each step in case the stairs were not there any more. However there was no more damage. The following day I walked around the district, amazed at the huge holes in Skelton and Meersbrook Park Roads,at all the houses with no roofs or windows, and the demolished Fish and Chip shop in Rushdale Rd where the owner had been killed on the cellar head. One of my Schoomates had been killed in their Anderson shelter while knitting.I only learned later how lucky I had been, when I discovered that most people had been evacuated because of unexploded bombs!!
For weeks we had no water,gas or elctricity. We obtained water from carts that came into the road daily. Trying to be clever one day I carried a bucket of water into the house, only to drop it, spilling all the water into the Living Room! (good job we didn`t have carpets in those days)We did get to the Anderson shelter on the Sunday Blitz but were shocked to see the brilliant red sky where the incendiaries had been dropped.The following air raids saw us going to the shleter in Carfield School where we were entertained by a 2 year old boy singing nursery rhymes in his Cockney dialect.
Because our new school Abbeydale Girls Grammar had been bombed, we went part time to High Storrs School
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