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- Phyllis Watby
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- 12 July 2005
I was in Ponders End, Enfield. My daughter was born during the Battle of Britain, September 1940. When I was in hospital they used to come over bombing and bombed the hospital. The day before she was born a German aeroplane came down just at the back of where we lived; we had bits of shrapnel as souvenirs.
It was queuing for a few bananas or oranges but really we just carried on everyday life. My husband, Harry, was in the Home Guard. He also worked at the munitions factory at Enfield Lock — small arms production. We had Morrison shelter life big cage in the front room and we mostly slept under it ever night. Sometimes we used to go next door and play cards. Silly to say — but you got acclimatised to it.
1940 was the worst part and then it eased up until the buzz bombs and the rockets — V1s & V2s. They buzzed but when they stopped you waited for a few seconds and then it exploded. I had a couple of ceilings missing, that’s all, nothing compared to some others that were completely destroyed. They were after the munitions.
Two men came when my father, a soldier, was on duty at the London Docks when it caught fire and he challenged them “Halt who goes there?” He said it twice and the third time when he was about to shoot he saw it was Winston Churchill.
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