- Contributed by
- middlesbrough
- People in story:
- Marie Arthur
- Location of story:
- Middlesbrough
- Article ID:
- A4201372
- Contributed on:
- 16 June 2005
I was born in 1940 and was in Middlesbrough for the whole of the war. I can remember the sirens sounding and my granmother hurriedly dragging Val and I into the air-raid shelter. I thought it was very exciting and great fun - though I hated the gas-masks. I felt frightened when wearing it as it had an awful smell and I felt claustophobic! My grandad wouldn’t get out of bed to go into the air-raid shelter - he reckoned he wanted to die ”in my own bloody bed”. He was a member of the ѿý Guard and I would often wear his tin helmet in the house like fancy dress - I loved it! I remember ration books and rationing - having to stand in long queues for food.
My Nana always seemed to have a Hair Net over her metal curlers and they seemed to always be a stray metal curler hanging on by its teeth from her hair!
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