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- People in story:
- Mrs Wyn Whiddington
- Location of story:
- Palmers Green, London
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- Contributed on:
- 19 September 2005
The Dance Hall Bomb
Early in the war I was 16 and I went with friends to a dance in Palmers Green, London.
The dance hall was packed, filling the upstairs of the building. Absolutely packed out. My friends and I sat out because we couldn’t do that dance. Everyone was dancing on the floor at the time.
There was a big draught of wind, you don’t hear anything. That was when the bomb dropped. Everything went dark.
We had to be pulled out of the rubble. The whole floor was gone, empty, not a soul on it. Nobody.
Also a bus was hit outside as well at the same time. It was like daylight, the fire was so bright in the blackout.
I wasn’t frightened in the war until the rockets started coming over. They came at the end of the war, after the Doodlebug. You can’t hear them coming. One hit the factory during the night. It was lucky it was the night. It was absolutely flattened. That was Edmonton, London. If that had dropped in the daytime there would have been hundreds killed there. The factory was called Dunlops, they made army uniforms.
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