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- 05 October 2005
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At the start of the War I was 5 years old and my Dad was an ARP Warden. I remember him going out of an evening, we didn't see him until the next morning.
I also remember the siren going, being picked up and wrapped up in a blanket and taken down to the shelter in the garden. It was a small garden with a patch of grass and a greenhouse where Dad grew tomatoes, under the windows at the back there was a paved area where we grew roses
Depending on what my Dad was doing, he often would pop his head around the door to see if we were okay
One night the sirens sounded and we heard the planes overhead.`My brother was still at home then - he was older than me and later he was evacuated, I think to
Macclesfield. Dad picked us up and stood us on top of the shelter he said "the planes are gong over - it's not for us, it's for Coventry" - "Look at the sky" - it was red - it was Coventry being bombed! It felt as though we were so near to Coventry but we knew that we were on the edge and therefore safe.
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