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This story was gathered, written and submitted to the ��ѿ��ý Peoples war project by June Martin

9 THE BLACK-OUT
To get to my paternal grandparents’ house we had to travel by bus and when we would return home at night after “tea”, the bus would be lit up inside but the windows were all covered with black blinds. This was because of the “black out”. How the driver knew when to stop to let his passengers off is a mystery to me, but I suppose there was some kind of occasional street lighting. During those war years every house had to be “blacked out” and my father used to make my brother and me play a game, “going to bed in the dark”, in which we had to go upstairs to our rooms without any light on at all. It was a bit scary if my brother went first and grasped my arm, shouting “Boo” at me as I passed the bathroom it was one of my father’s duties as an air raid warden to ensure that not the merest chink of light escaped through anybody’s window.

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