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- Molly Makepeace
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- 18 July 2005
This story has been submitted to the People's War website by Liz Andrew of the Lancshomeguard on behalf of Molly Makepeace and added to the site with her permission.
I was only five years old when the War started and we lived in Glasgow on Clydebank which was very badly bombed.
My parents house was destroyed. My Dad was away in the Royal Navy and, when it happened, my mum was in the Air Raid shelter in the garden with her four children - 9 year old Frankie, 7 year old Liam, baby Carson and me - who was by that time eight years old.
My Dad was a gunner in the Navy. To make extra money he used to do the washing - the Dhobi - for the other men. And he'd send all the extra money home to my mother.
After we had been bombed out we all came down to Blackpool. We were pushed from pillar to post. Mum couldn't get a house but there was a lady in Caunce Street who took us in. She was a real so and so. When my dad came down on leave and he and my mother went out for the evening, she would lock us all in the bedroom.
Then my mother got a three bedroom house - Number 11 Laburnum Street. I played with my brothers - we made our own fun. We played rounders and I remember we broke people's windows and had to run like anything up the alleyways so we wouldn't get caught.
I went to the local school. I was so thin they called me Tin Ribs and at first I didn't feel welcome. But eventually I did.
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