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On the night the German bombers came over Port Glasgow we had no shelters, only closed shuttered with iron and a baffle wall built in front of the close entrance to act as protection from a raid. Naturally we residents looked for somewhere safe to go. We lived in Glen Avenue, second top flat. From our window you looked up the stairs to Birkmyre Park, the bowling green and the swing park. They dropped their bomb on the hilly bit of the park straight up from our window. If it had fallen a few yards further down there would be no Birkmyre Bowling Club left. We were told next day how lucky we were that the park was on a hill much higher than our building, therefore the blast from the bomb went over the top of the building. So not one window was broken. On going up to the park the next day and seeing the large crater the bomb had left, we knew we were very lucky. From then on as a place to feel safe in, it was avoided. I’m now 85 years old but I can still remember it.

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