- Contributed by
- People in story:
- Cynthia Turner
- Location of story:
- Lingfield, Surrey
- Article ID:
- Contributed on:
- 15 November 2003
This is Cynthia Turner's story:
I remember when our village, Lingfield, was bombed. I and our evacuee (from Brockley, London) were having breakfast when a loud bang (with quaking) was heard from the back of the house and my mother rushed us into a far corner of the room whilst another loud thud came from the front. Glass from the window shot across the linoleum covered floor towards us and part of the ceiling came down - fortunately none of us was hurt. Afterwards broken glass and ceiling damage was found in other rooms in the house.
The second bomb had hit the village school demolishing several of the class rooms and killing two teachers, two children and a cleaner who had arrived at school early. It also demolished the whole of the wooden "Mission Hall" next to the school.
Later, for about six months or so, our evacuee and I went to live with my grandparents in Staffordshire.
I remember the "doodlebugs" flying over our village on their way to London and listening to hear if their engines would stop and then would fall near us - fortunately they did not.
My father was in the Home Guard and worked on a poultry farm about three miles away. One day, at work, he heard a German plane coming over which dropped two bombs in the fields and then a parachute appeared. He chased after the pilot eventually capturing him, who he described as "just a boy", and took him to the nearest road where he stopped the first car which took him to the nearest police station.
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