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This story was submitted to the People’s War website by Sue Sedgwick from and on behalf of Mrs D. Pointon and has been added to the website with her permission. Mrs Pointon fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

Most of my war was spent in Birmingham. Father was on the railway and we moved to Birmingham in 1941. We lived in a stationhouse. The station was in use but not for passengers. One night Dad said he would takeuson the platform and I remember sitting on his shoulders and we could see an orange glow in the sky. It was Coventry burning. My father said that one day what we had seen would be history.
The house had a cellar, which smelt very earthy. There was a ledge, which was made into a bed for my sister and I and mother and father sat in a chair all night. I remember mother sat in the chair shaking all night long. At the end of the war she had a nervous breakdown.
One night a bomb dropped at the end of the street but the bridge next to the house protected us and didn’t even get a cracked window. He was aiming for the railway, of course.

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