Remembering the German bombers

Started by Flying Bomb, Yesterday at 01:32:39 PM

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Flying Bomb

Each remembrance day I remember the Dornier German bombers overhead 
as we hid in our Anderson shelter.
To this day the mechanical  sound of the bombs being released haunts me still.

Scrumpy


A memory as scary as that is a memory indeed...

All those families hiding in shelters.. subways.. 
And those who would not leave their homes and went down into the cellar or even under the kitchen table..
 Brave people... all of them...
Don't ask me.. I know nuffink..

Michael Rolls

Never forget cowering in our shelter. It was the indoor one, really a very strong steel table, claimed to be able to withstand a three storey house collapsing on it. Can never remember if it was an Anderson or a Morrison.
Thank you for the days, the days you gave me
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Flying Bomb

You had a Morrison, Michael,  if Indoors. The Anderson was a big dug out trench roofed over with corrugated steel covered over with the earth from the dug out.

klondike

And probably not a year has gone by since the end of that war that there hasn't been another with people somewhere hiding from bombs. Will it ever end?

Flying Bomb

Quote from: klondike on Yesterday at 03:22:41 PMAnd probably not a year has gone by since the end of that war that there hasn't been another with people somewhere hiding from bombs. Will it ever end?
Never end until the brain of humans evolves to a higher plain.

JBR

Quote from: Flying Bomb on Yesterday at 03:14:30 PMYou had a Morrison, Michael,  if Indoors. The Anderson was a big dug out trench roofed over with corrugated steel covered over with the earth from the dug out.
These are things which, although I was aware of them, I have never encountered simply because I was fortunate to be born in 1952.  That, of course, was well after the war and was a time of recovering and rebuilding.  My parents, of course, did know the war, my dad in the RAF and my mother as a young woman at home.

In a way, I occasionally think about whether I would have had a different outlook on life if I had been younger and had experienced the war as a young child.  It also occurs to me that learning about the war from my dad might have encouraged me to join the RAF, which I did when I was in my late 20s.
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Michael Rolls

Quote from: Flying Bomb on Yesterday at 03:14:30 PMYou had a Morrison, Michael,  if Indoors. The Anderson was a big dug out trench roofed over with corrugated steel covered over with the earth from the dug out.
Thanks, FB. Knew it was one or t'other but couldn't remember which way round
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GrannyMac

I was born the year after the war ended, the start of the baby boomers era. We played in an Anderson shelter near my gran's house.  My dad served all through WWII, my mum was in the ARP.  She's second right at the front,

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Alex

What a great photo GM !
My Mum worked in a munitions factory and my Dad was in the Royal Navy. 

GrannyMac

First aid station at the time.  Very basic.

Thanks Alex, I've got quite a few old photos.
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klondike

What I wish with some of the old photos I have is that the names and relationships of those pictured had all been written down when the people who knew were alive.

Scrumpy

I so love looking at old black and white pics...
Seeing faces of people that are living the moment from years gone by..
The one of the First Aid Point looks like it is made up from an old truck..

We have a site that show Memories of Reigate..
What a surprise we had when an old black and white picture was shown of people walking through the town..
There was my mum.. pushing a pushchair.. walking pass Woolworths..
Just imagine all the people who have walked on that pavement.. !!

Don't ask me.. I know nuffink..

Flying Bomb

During part of the London blitz I slept down in the Underground
(Shepherds Bush Central line) Hard platforms made a rotten mattress.
Not many of us left now who did that !

Mups



I have got an old diary of Dad's.  
Its a child's exercise book really, but he used it as a diary when he was  sent to India while in the RAF.

They travelled there by  boat and he wrote things about the journey every day.
He also wrote many times about how much he missed my Mum.  He always loved her.

I was born after the war,  but I remember my Grandad telling me he was one of the men who went out to look for injured people after air raids.