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- Mrs Morris-Chepstow Memories
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- 08 June 2005
This story was submitted to the People's War site by volunteer from The Chepstow Society on behalf of Mrs Morris and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs Morris fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
During the Second World War I lived in Bridge Street, Chepstow, and remember some of the things that happened
First of all we had an American Lorry come though the front window and broke my mother's table and a big plant pot. My mother asked the driver if he was alright. He was, so she made him a cup of tea
All sweets were rationed and the American's used to give us some sweets when they were driving though Bridge Street.
Then I remembered one night a bomb dropped right down though the mud in front of the castle. We went next morning to see it, but there was just a great big hole in the mud and they never found it
Every time the siren went when we were in school, I used to take a couple of girls home with me to go down into our cellar, because the air raid shelter at school was not big enough to take everybod. There was an air raid shelter at the top of the Dell, opposite where the swings are now, but it got filled in and covered over with grass. I f we were out playing, we used to run into there if the siren went off
At the end of the war, we all had a street party's. We had ours at the old fire station in Church Street, because our street was two way traffic. We had a great time and danced up the street. My father played the panio outside the fire station
Food was rationed, but all parent's brough some food for the party.
I have still got my identity card which we all had
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