- Contributed by
- Colchester Library
- People in story:
- Doreen Davis
- Location of story:
- West Ham
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- Contributed on:
- 19 June 2004
My first memory of the war was September 7th 1940 and I remember that my sister and me were sitting under our living room table with mum sitting beside us singing hymns while the bombs were coming down. I felt frightened. I was just 7 years old and didn't realise what was happening.
After the Blitz in 1940 most of the local school closed as children were evacuated. The few that were left behind thought they had a holiday but unfortunately for them an enterprising teacher found about 10 of us and held classes in a local house where we had basic lessons, through lack of books.
This went on for about 4 - 5 months until the schools reopened again. Then we had to go back to state school.
Another memory is when a bomb dropped in the road behind our house - it was a blast bomb - and although we were ok, the middle walls of the house were split from top to bottom. When the men came to repair it we asked them to demolish the living room wall but they couldn't do that. They repaired it with wire mesh and cement. This meant that in the future we couldn't paint anything on the walls because they were too hard.
Looking back, because I was so young it didn't really effect me that much, because I had the security of being with my parents for the whole time.
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