- Contributed by听
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:听
- Wendy Stringer
- Location of story:听
- Warrington
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4606067
- Contributed on:听
- 29 July 2005
This story has been submitted to the People鈥檚 War website by Peter Quinn of the Lancs. 成人快手 Guard, on behalf of Wendy Stringer and has been added to the site with Ms. Stringer鈥檚 permission鈥︹︹
In 1940 when I was five, on a Saturday night, coming home from Gran鈥檚, on the last bus, the siren went and the bus stopped and we all went into the air raid shelter.
I鈥檇 just got a lovely doll dressed all in yellow for a birthday present and in the rush I lost one of the bootees. I was devastated!
At my other Grandma鈥檚, rushing into a bigger shelter, I was fascinated to see all the old ladies, in shawls, had brought jugs of beer and everyone was happily singing 鈥淚t鈥檚 a long way to Tipperary鈥 and all the old songs. Everyone stuck together.
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