- Contributed by听
- UCNCommVolunteers
- Location of story:听
- Northampton
- Article ID:听
- A2768853
- Contributed on:听
- 22 June 2004
Typed by a UCN Community Volunteer, taken from 鈥淪emilong at War鈥 (Workers鈥 Educational Association Project).
My father was on fire-watching duties at a notorious red-light pub, the Criterion in College Street. He loved it, and came home, sozzled. The beer was ration; no wonder the pub was seldom open.
An incendiary bomb was dropped nearby 鈥 the fire bucket wasn鈥檛 needed to put it out. I leave it to your imagination, with three sozzled firewatchers on duty!
A bomb was dropped on Billing Road Cemetery. Gravestones landed up in Newtown Road, a nearby Street. A friend of ours had one in her garden, with the words 鈥業 will never forget you dearest鈥 on it. She said 鈥楴either will I, Norman鈥.
A plane crashed in Gold Street. My father fell out of bed went into the wardrobe instead of through the door. My mother shouted bomb has dropped on the house鈥. My father just in his shirt, swore, then went back to bed, and couldn鈥檛 remember it in the morning.
When times got a bit frightening, i.e. the bombing of Coventry, my mother said 鈥業f Hitler comes down this street, I shall put my hand up and say 鈥淗eil Hitler鈥濃. She didn鈥檛 want to be a dead heroine.
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