- Contributed by
- ѿý Open Centre, Hull
- People in story:
- Michael Baskerville
- Location of story:
- Hull
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A4157327
- Contributed on:
- 06 June 2005
Story told to Christine Barker at the VE Day Celebrations in Beverley 2005
My uncle was in the army with the Royal Engineers in France. My mum we used to take me to the Humber bank and Mum used to say “there’s your Uncle Fred over there in France” and we used to wave to him.
We lived on Hawthorne Avenue in Hull and Hitler kept trying to bomb the railway and the docks in Hull, he hit most of the street s round where we lived.
When we were still at school if there was a raid the teachers used to tell us to run fast across the playground to the shelter - run fast and get there before you counted to twelve. The theory was that by the time you get to twelve the bombs would have gone. It’s something that stayed with me; I still count to twelve even today.
Most of my friends were evacuated to the country somewhere but my mum wouldn’t let me go, my dad was an air raid warden and she wanted us all to stay together. So the furthest I went was to the shelter in the next street.
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