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Being a 5 Year Old: On the Isle of Wight

by vectusian

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06 April 2004

As I said before my name is vectusian.
I was born in 1934 at Cowes of a Ship yard Rivetter and a Housewife. While I do not recall anything until the Battle of Britain. It was at this time that my parents would take the car, as they did
have one out of Cowes up into the Downs
(or I should say the rolling hill country) outside of Newport to watch
the hundreds of German planes flying over head to drop there bombs somewhere
on the Mainland.To me it was a days fun, you see I was only 5years old
and had no idea how bad things where back then. Around this period of time
we when up into the chillerton
downs one day. There sitting on the side of the road was this Aeroplane
with all its German Markings. I am not 100% sure but thinking what I saw that day I believe it to be a messerschmit 109.While at some time later I heard my father say to some one that the pilot was a huge man and that he had crashed landed his plane and
askedto be made a prisoner. This would have happened early in the war.
Another occasion was in our home in Cowes, the house was one of three stories, The attic as I called it had windows looking out overthe lower part of Cowes down towards the main shops.
I was playing up there with my toys
when I heard planes, I climbed up
on the window ledge in time to see
two planes one English and the other
German flying roof top high. I have no idea who was chasing who as It was all over in minutes. When I reflexon this insident I often think to my self I must
have been very lucky that I didn't
get a bullet from one or the other.
Thinking back It was just a big game.
There was only one other occasion that
I watched a plane and this was at night,
flying over heading for the sea and it was on fire from the nose to it's tail.
It crashed I believe quite close to the shore at a place called "Egypt Point"
and nothing was ever found.
Cowes itself was a hive of activity as It was the marshalling area for the convoys. Once again it was fun my parents meet a sailor who was on board
a vessel that took the ballons out to the ships I was lucky if you can call it
that to be part of the crew, even if it was in this man's cabin,I thought this was neat. I really do not remember being scared at all. All of this took place around the early part of the war.
I will come back and tell you some of the other things I remember about the war.

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Message 1 - being 5 at thestart of the war

Posted on: 12 April 2004 by vectusian

to continue with my memories
at the beginning of the war.
we seemed to have the siren
sound just about every day. only to see the hords of aircraft flying high and there vapour trails flowing
out behind them. I have no idea how long this lasted.
Althou life went on just the same. The biggest airaid we had at Cowes was a night one,
but pior to that in broad day
light three aircraft flew down the River Medina taking photo's as they went and was gone as quickly as they came.
But a few days later they were back. I have been told
they assembled over Southampton and dived bombed
Cowes to hit their targets
which was J.S.White's Shipbuilding, and Suanders Roe
Aircraft Factory. While they
bombed some of Suanders Roe
most of there bombs fell on
the town. In my street Beckford Road there was a house on fire because of fire bombs. THe real damage was to the enemy as they let there bombs go anywhere due to the
opposition that a Polish
Distory's guns put up. It was said that the next day the decks of the blitzwekathat was the ships name (I don't know if I have spelt it right) was knee deep in empty
shell cases. While all of this was going on my mother and I hid in the cupboard
under the stairs unable to leave our house for the shelter. Which was some 440 yards away..I do remember thinking what a great adventure it was, and couldn;t I go off with my father and help. I never knew
what he got up to that night
only for him to say where he had gone. The last big drama
of that night was when they
came back with so I'm told
aromour piercing bombs, But they didn't hit anything except to land around Cowes and never exploded. One of these bombs landed about 300 yards from our house, which I was evacuated for a fortnight
(but that is another small story) The real damage to my family, was my grandmothers brother, his wife,mother, and daughter were all blown to bits by a direct hit from a bomb. I hope this makes sense
to though reading it. and it is not a story made up They were people I never got to know as I grew up.

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Message 2 - being 5 at thestart of the war

Posted on: 12 April 2004 by vectusian

After that bomb dropped at the bottom of Beckford road, I said it was another story.
I remember my perents putting me in the car and driving out of Cowes to a village called
porchfield. All this place had was a pub,a post office
come shop and a bus service
twice a week and a school. It was here that my antie was living, being the wife of my mothers youngest brother.
To my delight I spent a happy time there, most upset when I had to go home.I have also
made contact with someone
who knows the pub which is called "The Sportsmans Rest"
and has told me The place is
just as I remember it As I spent many happy hours in the village plying with the local kids and doing what kids did in though far off days.
There is just one more thing
I remember of Porchfield,
I was due to go home on the bus that came through the village twice a week. Well I with the other kids took off
across the field and forgot all about the time. the bus came and went and no me on it
The only way to get home was to walk a mile to the main road and catch another bus.
I don't believe I was my Antie's favourite nephew.
This is the one place that left a deep love of Porchfield
on me even thou I have not seen the place in the last 60 years.

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