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- 14 November 2003
I dont know if you will be able to use my memories of the night of the blitz, however I will give you details in case they are useful to your programme.
I was born and brought up in Hulme, Manchester but at the time of the blitz I was living in Chorlton-on-Medlock. I worked for a firm in Store Street off London Road making parachutes for the air force. We did'nt work Sunday night but because we were having Christmas off the firm asked us to work to make up the loss of us being off. We started work at seven 0'clock and I left home at 6.30 when the bombers came before the air raid alarm went. As I got in work all the women were there and the bombs dropping everywhere, there was no air raid shelter at the works and we were all on the stairs looking at town where all the buildings were on fire, the women I worked with were all screaming thinking of the children they had left at home, it was a terrible night.
At 6.30 the next morning the all clear went and a mad rush to get home. The girl I was going home with had a little boy and as we went down Whitworth Street the sirens went again and the ARP Wardens made us go into the Refuge air raid shelter.
When the all clear went again at 1 o'clock we made our way home down Oxford Road all the shops were damaged and all the goods were strewn across the road. There was a fur shop with all it's furs and the new BBC offices are where it used to be.
When I was a kid the fur shop used to fascinate me, and I used to own a silver fox cape when I grew up, all the film stars used to wear them at the time. The point of me telling you about the furs, is they were all in the road and I had to pass by or else be shot for looting.
I might add I never got my silver fox cape, could never afford it. I suppose we all have dreams that are never fulfilled.
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