I think this must have been my first experience of snow and I was delighted with it. It broke my moral every time and left me with a terrible fear so that, even now, I am nervous when a low aeroplane flies overhead. I had only been with the Browns for three days when I woke up and found my body was covered in spots and blisters. as I was prepared to stay for the rest of my life and couldn't understand why I had to leave. Copies of both have also been lodged with the Imperial War Museum in London. He went from Alemein right through to Italy, and came home and went to the continent - finishing his war in Germany. caused a bit of jealousy, but at the time I didn't realize it. I couldn't believe it when I first saw his car - wow! However, most fortunately I caught mumps after seven weeks and had to come home. I felt very privileged when he taught me how to drive the pony and allowed me on one occasion to take the reins on a return trip from Diss. Only the day before I'd made my usual trip to the library. Mr Brown Senior, who was my foster grandfather, had a pony called Peggy and a trap, which he took great pride in. On one occasion, the 643 could not get through to Holborn so we took a bus to There were Brownshirts, Greenshirts, Communists and a very high proportion of the Jewish community. I was an avid reader and it was my habit to go to the public library off Forest Road after getting the cat's meat. planned to clear most of Essex Street, south of the Triangle, in 1936. He'd done what so many people did when hearing the whistle, (more like a scream really, of a falling bomb. Even so, from old photographs we all appeared to be plump and well cared for. Good old Winnie! A few days later, I saw men wearing gauze masks bringing out bodies, and placing them in furniture vans. I was evacuated for a little time, to Kettering, but I don't remember much about it, only that I didn't like it. My Mum told me later that Mrs Brown had written to say she could no longer cope and suggested I should come back to London. Even when in good health, this being the years of depression, work was hard to find, and money was often a cause of dissension between my parents. Use Flickriver Badge Creator to create a badge linking to your photos, your group or any other Flickriver view. That night when we went to bed, my sister tried to explain it to me and was so convinced we would never see our parents again. Stewed rabbit twice a week; rice Fortunately, an aunt living nearby at 18 Burder Road, a street next to our former home: Canterbury Road Offered to put us up until we could go back to our own home. 19 View of the Trowbridge Estate, 1970 (RIBA) Fig. In his spare time he was a member of the Home Guard and an air Raid warden. We had settled down as usual, when there was a dull thud, a sound of falling masonry, and total darkness. We went to the local village school and the old Norman church. A gritty, rubbish-filled industrial park on the wrong side of town, Hackney Yard is a roughly-rectangular map that made its debut during the Modern Warfare Beta. We had to queue for nearly two hours for a few oranges per person when a boatload occasionally came in. Published May 18, 2016 • 7 min read. We entered into a school hall packed with people, either sitting or lying on the uncarpeted floor. Works with Firefox and Internet Explorer. Eventually they were married and I must say, Grace, the second Mrs Brown was an entirely different This meant that it was just Mum and I in the dug-out at night. Granny Matsel, as the old lady became known to us, was a very good old country woman and she cared for us very well. They told her to come in away from the window. We waited all that summer and autumn and then in November Miss Hunt decided she could not manage any longer and wrote to say we would have to go back to London. We occupied three rooms on the first floor. I developed enormous chilblains on my feet and St Barnabas sustained bomb damage in 1944 and was restored by W C Lock in 1956-8. After a few nights of discomfort we started going into the basement of our next door neighbour. We didnât celebrate the end of the war as we were in mourning for my brother Ernie: we were just very relieved it was all over. One of the jobs I had to do after school was to get the cat's meat. The next day, out of curiosity, someone picked up its shell. I clearly remember the morning the sentence was carried out. Hackney was not mentioned by name in the Dooms-day Book, most of the land then being part of the Bishop of London’s enormous Stebunheath (Step-ney) manor or vill. And I tell you, when them German planes got caught in the headlights, they had a hell of a job to get out. I began to understand things better now, the fur and my brother's behaviour. Fat Man skirts were lifted to check our undies etc. The building footprints, their use (commercial, residential, educational, etc. I stupidly picked it up, and was examining it when a policeman appeared and said 'I'll have that' - and ran across the road to the station with it. There was an interval when there was no schooling during which an Anderson shelter arrived and was set up in the garden. Topping it all was the wide leather belt with the large shiny buckle with the Blackshirt emblem. Light Red - Seriously damaged, but repairable at cost. He took me down the dog racing one day at Hackney Wick. I don't know whether they stayed in the green or went home because at that moment a V2 slunk into hearing and then its engine cut out. This flying bomb - a doodle-bug it was - suddenly appeared over us. See historic images relating to this area: General Foreman J Wigley (of Darlington) and Foreman H Uttley look over plans in the 'office': the sitting room of a bomb-damaged house, somewhere in London. As I entered the librarian came towards me, carrying a book. My one weekly egg was always boiled for breakfast and was a special treat. Dad was often delivering letters when they came over and he would go towards them and then crouch behind a garden wall to escape the blast when they fell and exploded. Was I scared? My brother had been out with a friend - so was not hurt, and we were all OK. My mother, sister and I went over to number 6, and my father and brother stayed to see if they could help in any way. The controlled blast was caught on camera by the CCTV at Clissold House. The immaculate black silk shirt and tie. There was quite a crowd of us that used to go together which made it all Not knowing any different I tried pushing his body to get him off. We were delighted to see her looking so grand; it never occurred to us in our naivety, to wonder where these things had come from. I got up early and left the family sleeping; I sat quietly by the window until the clock struck the hour and I knew it was all over and William was no more. Everything in this cemetery was so well kept and peaceful that death held no terror for me. there were firemenâs hoses everywhere. My brother and sister, five other children and myself were placed in the home of a well to do spinster who lived in a large villa on the outskirts of the town. My brother was brought form his billet and my father came to see us every alternate weekend. optimistic and I remember taking the sweet out of my mouth and giving it to her to suck just to pacify her and stop her crying. He took me round the museums and the cathedral and in the winter we mostly ended up at Carrow Road in Norwich to watch the football. When the first one came over the newspapers said that our artillery had shot down a new type of aeroplane, but when they went to examine the wreckage, there was no pilot and no parachute to be seen. We went to the Odeon in Kingsland High street but we hadn't been in there very long before an Air Raid Warning was flashed up on the screen. Purple - Damaged beyond repair. At one time, soap became scarce and one of my sisters came home with a stick of shaving soap which was beautifully soft to wash with. Late in the year of 1943, Mrs Brown informed me that my Mother was coming the next day to take me back to London. ... Damage caused at Ealing Abbey by the Blitz, October 1940. I was born the youngest of ten children in a Victorian house in Hawksley Road, Stoke Newington in North London. Mrs Page became ill and it was soon obvious that this was a serious illness. Several years ago, we featured some striking maps from a small exhibition at the London Metropolitan Archive. We could hear the sound of bombs, seemingly, not too' close, but then we heard the boom-boom of our anti-aircraft guns and people started to 1eave. This was common practice if there had been an 'Incident". If the same bomb were to be dropped in the middle of London, we would expect around 76,470 people to be killed and a further 245,960 injured. Discover London during WW2 bombing raids, exploring maps, images and memories. So I ran there, and managed to sqeeze through to the front of the crowd. Here we all had our heads shaved and there (liberally daubed with Gentian Violet) we stayed for three weeks. instructions each time that Ronald should make sure I was in bed by 8 p.m. Once she had gone we got out the cards and he taught me to play rummy, Newmarket and crib. The streets at night were very dark. As I spent so many happy years of my childhood in Norfolk being loved and cared for, I still class New Buckenham as my home. Brown paper strips were gummed crisscross inside every window in the house to contain flying glass. The dripping from the roast was used to spread on bread and was very tasty. There was no light, no warmth and no facilities. time later our names were called out and we were given a paper carrier bag each, which contained a tin of corned beef, some biscuits and one or I was luxuriating in the pleasure of being able to stretch my limbs in a warm, comfortable bed when a V2 droned into hearing and from the sound of it, it was right over our house. away and of course much bigger. shudder to think of the dinners in the village hall. Then we moved to Firsby Road, Stamford Hill, where I was attending Northwold Road School, Stoke Newington in 1939. There were no more bombs that night. 'WE HEARD THE âBOOM BOOMâ OF OUR ANTI-AiRCRAFT GUNS I couldn't believe that politics were uppermost in their minds, and I'm sure it wasn't in mine. I didn't blame the horse - it taught me a valuable lesson. Mrs Crown did not really want us but had agreed because of Mrs Page's condition. More came over and we realised that when the engine cut out, the unmanned âplane would dip and fall to the ground. There was an air raid on but all was quiet. Soon an air raid was in progress. I cannot recall seeing any men there, apart from the two If they knew someone living in one of these places they would go there to see how things were and to do what they could to help. You could see If Dad hadn't acted quickly by smothering the smouldering mess with sandbags the whole house would have gone up in flames. Mrs Crown said she hadn't realised that she was responsible for all our washing as well as everything else. It went right across the track and dropped in a field somewhere. From then on I never missed one of his meetings, but of course they could be pretty rowdy and this was when I saw the belts put to good use. These messages continued every evening and eventually William Joyce came to be known as Lord Haw Haw. My parents and my sister came out, and we couldn't believe the sight of the collapsed building. His sister Joan had been in my class at Dulwich Hamlet School and I eventually met all his family and it was a very lovely one. It became such a routine that, on a couple of occasions, I One small room was my brother's bedroom. We had to wait patiently until the platform cleared, and then back we went to Liverpool Street, and the 649 trolley bus home. We couldn't use our cellar, as it was full of bundles of firewood that were in stock to be sold in the winter - they were sold for tuppence a bundle, in my father's greengrocery shop. coming down. I was also a bit of a rogue on the farm and tormented the poor farm workers. IE users - add the link to your Favorites under the Links folder, London County Council Bomb Damage Maps of Hackney 1939-1945, London County Council Bomb Damage Map 1939-1945 - Stamford Hill and South Tottenham(left), London County Council Bomb Damage Map 1939-1945 - Stamford Hill and South Tottenham(right), London County Council Bomb Damage Map 1939-1945 - Hackney and Stoke Newington(left), London County Council Bomb Damage Map 1939-1945 - Hackney and Stoke Newington(right), London County Council Bomb Damage Maps of Hackney 1939-1945 - a photoset by Alan Denney on Flickriver. Naturally as we were enjoying ourselves the time just flew and often we would hear the back gate and I would fly off to bed just before she came in. Someone said the person in it was OK, but this story might just have been hearsay. I went to dances in the Blackout. We had some happy times and laughed at all sorts of things. We were taught how to mend a puncture and put the chain back on and pump the tyres up to a certain standard and clean and polish them so they By putting them against a gap, the animal knew whether the rest of his body would go through -Lesson No. When Mr Brown saw him, he was horrified and that was the only time he scolded me. We went over the road to the shelter whenever there was a raid, and when the 'all clear' sounded in the morning, we would go back over the road, half asleep and very cold, and try to go back to sleep in a very cold bed. Looking for shrapnel when I got home, I saw an Anderson shelter in Glading Terrace that had received a direct hit - it was just a twisted lump of metal. male teachers who had travelled with us. The door opened to reveal a short old lady who held an oil lamp in her hand; her hair was scragged back into a bun and her face withered and wrinkled. On Sunday 3rd September, we attended church in the village and during the service we were told that war had now been declared with Germany. I don't remember having any refreshments offered to us. Bill had got work in a Bank but unfortunately all its employees were moved to Stoke-on-Trent soon after he started work. went, the blackout when, as there were no street lights, everybody needed a torch, and The siren had only just sounded when we heard a loud thud from the garden. One day I decided to give his whiskers a trim and he sat there quite happily while I cut them back to about one inch on each side. Joyce and I were holding on tightly to each other as we had been given instructions by mother not to Suddenly i felt my feet getting very cold, and I realised that water was covering my shoes. There were dilapidated houses to investigate and damaged stairs and floorboards to clamber over. Added to all that my Mum had to put up with me, a stroppy juvenile adolescent, needing to prove myself, dependent and yet wanting my independence, and most of all, wanting to get some enjoyment out of life. Often I cried when one came down, only to hear more falling from the sky. Off duty though, Dad could be with us all night. We started sleeping in it before the raids began, to get the feel of it. Whilst before the War, Dad made and repaired gas meters, during the War he was making fuel tanks for aircraft. The winter came and was very severe with a very heavy fall of snow. I had to sit on a chair before my legs gave way as they completely turned to jelly. Nothing was out of place. A short Some time later my sister saw the photograph taken at the time, and contacted the newspaper and got some copies. Then there was one night we heard shushing which meant there was a landmine She protested strongly to the billeting officer at the imposition of having us thrust upon her. It formed an extremely effective weapon when whirled around among would-be attackers. I decided to become a member, with all arrangements for my uniform to be delivered ASAP. the worst on record. thought his speech at the reception was never going to end. Especially mothers. Doris Robson wrote this as part of her memoirs in "Gaslight on the Cobbles" She married Leonard Herring in 1943 and died on New Years Day, 2001. They, of course, also had no idea where we would end up. He said 'Everyone all right?' Not only did they have to spend much of their time patiently queuing for food for their families, they then had to go home to their kitchens to use all their ingenuity and skill to eke out the small and sometimes strange foods that were all that were available. It's hard for an 11 year old to realise that this was for the best. One enjoyable feature of the war time summers was going to school harvest camp for a month to Minster Lovell each year between 1943-1945. there, I looked up and saw these enormous bunches of grapes hanging down just above my head so I reached up and pulled a bunch down. Later in the War, flying bombs, which we called doodlebugs appeared. it crashed at 0145 hours on the 4th March on Spellow Hill, Staveley. var gEmbedCodeWhite = ''; I was just 16 and looking for a bit of excitement, so I was quite interested when I was invited to a Blackshirt meeting. We wrote home to our parents and let them know where we were and told them all about our new surroundings and school and the many new friends Outside massive searchlights swept the skies for the sight of enemy aircraft. Even bread was in short supply and The Bomb Sight web map and mobile app reveals WW2 bomb census maps between 7/10/1940 and 06/06/1941, previously available only by viewing them in the Reading Room of The National Archives. Bomb Damage Maps 1939-1945. He began his speech, but it didn't last long. Holiday accommodation was very cheap to rent so a lovely four bedroomed bungalow, which stood only a hundred yards back from the barbed wired east beach was obtained and we all gladly moved in. In September 1940 the bombing raids really started. He assured her that he would do his best to find us other billets as soon as possible. This family was very good to us and once again we began to settled down. We also had another celebration after 60 years in the village as well as attending a march and special service organised by the Evacuees One night an incendiary fell in Mrs Brown died a few years later, having suffered from diabetes for some time. Dad was a Metropolitan Water Board Inspector during the day. Steak and kidney pies were also in evidence but they only had one cube of steak and one piece of kidney inside; the rest was mush. There was even a chain of -"British Restaurants", set up by the Government to provide nutritious, cheap meals to the populace. Old Map of Hackney, London. I was terrified of her. Posted on April 1, 2016. in London. It felt like being in a cage and the atmosphere became very subdued. Then at the beginning of the '70s I received a letter from Grace telling me he had died and I knew I had lost a true and lovable friend. until the sirens sounded, when we came down the stairs carrying pillows and got under There was part of a floor sticking out, with a bed on it. Light Red - Seriously damaged, but repairable at cost. The kindest thing was to have him put down. for the duration of the war, arrived and we were whisked away. was found sleep walking with pillows under my arm at the bottom of the stairs. London County Council Bomb Damage Map 1939-1945 - Hackney and Stoke Newington(right) Click on the image to see more detail. Somebody lit a torch - the entrance to the next room was completely full of rubble, as if it had been stacked by hand. We were continually being asked by the government to save to help the war effort. Thomas's Church and opposite a number of shops in Old Hill Street were destroyed She fully understands the siteâs terms and conditions. The boom of our anti-aircraft guns were almost as noisy as the bombs. This map is based on an OS map of 1916. Warden covered our local streets so if there was a lull in activities he could pop in to see us during the night. I never saw them again. When the trains started to run the next morning, we would get up feeling very dry and grubby having slept fully clothed all night. By the time I climbed off, I stank to high heaven. He had the most wonderful giggle and when the two of us started it drove everybody mad. If you were outside, you could see them coming and if they were pretty near, the best thing was to run towards them so they passed over you. ". I was the youngest of three children. Mrs Brown always went out on Wednesday nights to play whist somewhere in the village and did not get back until around 10.00 p.m. She gave strict This was my first experience of shrapnel. At the beginning of the war, I went out with a boy called Ron Calnon. The weekly rations of tea, sugar, meat and dairy foods were very small, but we had bread and potatoes to fill us up, also suet puddings with golden syrup; and dumplings in a vegetable stew with the bone from the Sunday joint. Black background (preview): Adds a 'Flickriver' button to your browser. Mt fear departed and I began to take notice of the countryside around us. We lived off the Ridley Road at the time and during one of the air raids one night, everyone went down the shelters and my dad said to me "Want to watch the airplanes?' My mum said 'That's not a good idea', anyway, he put me on his shoulders and we stood in the doorway and watched the dog-fights overhead. I think he knew I wasn't a real criminal, just a rather stupid brainwashed youngster, and with hindsight I have to agree with him. People looked out for each other. My brother, who was fourteen and old enough to leave school, went back to London with her and we went to live with an old spinster called Miss Hunt. Quite a new experience and hard work too. Fortunately, neither of us lived far from the cinema so it didn't take long to get home. Mrs Brown was not best pleased when I It was a navy blue Rolls Royce. Whilst we were running across the road, a bomb landed with an enormous bang on the West Hackney Church. I was seven and a half years old to the very day and it didnât mean much to me wrapped as I was in my child-world.. I'll never forget, there wasn't a window left in none of the houses around. He knew better than to be pushed off balance so trod down all the harder. All through tea she was fidgety; she kept getting up from the table and going out into the kitchen for no apparent reason. The borough suffered some of the most sustained bomb damage during the Blitz. By then it was 1938 and preparations were going on for war, like sandbags, shelters and gas masks. Bomb Sight makes you discover London during WW2 Luftwaffe Blitz bombing raids, exploring maps, images and memories. He was commissioned to do so by the Vestry (local government) of the parish, who needed such a map for administration purposes. He said he'd taken an elderly neighbour to a place of safety. One evening, Ron and I were carrying a galvanised tin bath full of water back home from his parentâs house near Manor House, which was a long way. The Bomb Sight Project gives no warranty to the accuracy, completeness or fitness for purpose of the information provided. 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