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During one of the night time bombings in Birmingham approximately 1940 or 1941 my mom, brother and myself were in an air raid shelter my mom being eight months pregnant. When told to evacuate as quickly as possible as the factory opposite our house had been hit. Every body in the shelter clambered over us and left me, my mom and my brother to fend for ourselves. We found an old pram and put my pregnant mom into it and escaped to safety with my pregnant mom in fits of laughter because she'd been squeezed into it and the bottom fell straight out and she fell straight through it onto the floor but there was no harm to her.
I was either 7 or 8 and my brother George was a couple of years older than me.

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