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This story was submitted to the Peoples War site by Joan Anchor.
In 1940 I was eight years old. When the sirens went, we would all go in to the shelter. I with my mother, farther, baby brother and our next-door neighbour. Our next-door neighbour had to share our shelter because she only had a table to provide cover when the sirens sounded.
I remember in 1941 our uncle told us about a direct hit on a train in the Clubmoor area of Liverpool. When the war finished we brought out a piano and accordion in the street between Townsend lane and Eastman land and tables full of food. We had singing and dancing and bonfires. We all heard of the end of the war over the radio, which gave us all reason to celebrate with our neighbours.

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