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- BBC LONDON CSV ACTION DESK
- People in story:
- Ninette Finch
- Location of story:
- Streatham - London
- Background to story:
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- Contributed on:
- 04 July 2005
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I was six years old when the war broke out and I can still remember the broadcasts but I didn’t really understand it; we all sat round the radio.
I think I used to sit under the table, it felt safer under there!
When they bombed the docks I can remember my uncle making shadow pictures on the walls which were red with the reflected glow. I went up to the Elephant and Castle to visit a relative a few days later and all the buildings were still smoking.
In 1940, I remember the first daylight raid, we heard the air raid warning but nothing had happened. I was in the front room painting and a bomb fell on the house opposite. I got down on the floor, like I had been told to and my mother came rushing into the room; you couldn’t see because there was so much dust. It was like night. I didn’t know when to get up so I crawled across the floor and tugged on my mother’s skirt at ask if I could get up yet. She must have been so relieved. I was lucky as our windows were blown out; there was no glass so I was unhurt. The people opposite had a daughter and she had been sent home early from working at the bank, she went down into the cellar with her father and her mother was making a cup of tea. She survived but the two were gassed to death. After that we would never go in the cellar, we would sleep in the cupboard under the stairs.
On V.E day my mother took me up to London and it was great, I will never forget it.
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