- Contributed by
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:
- Wendy Stringer
- Location of story:
- Warrington
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A4606067
- Contributed on:
- 29 July 2005
This story has been submitted to the People’s War website by Peter Quinn of the Lancs. ѿý Guard, on behalf of Wendy Stringer and has been added to the site with Ms. Stringer’s permission………
In 1940 when I was five, on a Saturday night, coming home from Gran’s, on the last bus, the siren went and the bus stopped and we all went into the air raid shelter.
I’d just got a lovely doll dressed all in yellow for a birthday present and in the rush I lost one of the bootees. I was devastated!
At my other Grandma’s, rushing into a bigger shelter, I was fascinated to see all the old ladies, in shawls, had brought jugs of beer and everyone was happily singing “It’s a long way to Tipperary” and all the old songs. Everyone stuck together.
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