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I was born in Sheffield on May 9th 1941 - a sigificant day - in more ways than one! But then, all the days during the war years were significant for one reason or another to each one of us.
I was the youngest of 5 children, and it must have been terrifying for my parents, taking care of their large family. As others have said, I have clear memories of these dark days, running down the garden path to Anderson shelter. The sound of the doodlebugs and the frightening sight of the barrage balloon above our house, and the devastation that Sheffield suffered. I'm only glad that I was so young then, and there is SO much that I CANNOT remember!
So I will tell you what everyday life for our family was like then - our children simply have no idea......