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I was coming up from the shelter on Christmas Eve - the world was red like the inside of a furnace - terrifying but magnificent.

I had a black velvet "siren suit". My father was a warden - because of the blackout - no lights at all - he was on duty, shrapnel flying all around. He came home with a cut face. Apparantley the post box had been moved - he walked right into it.

I was evacuated shortly after to Churchtown near Garstang - that's another story!

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