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- Glenys Goldsworthy nee Greet; Maureen Madron nee Greet
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- 05 July 2005
This story has been written onto the BBC People's War site by CSV Storygatherer, Martine Knight, on behalf of Glenys Goldsworthy. They fully understand the terms and conditions of the site.
My sister and I had a frightening experience during the war. I was 11 yrs old and my sister was 17 yrs old. We were walking along by the Penzance railway station and heard the drone of a plane. We looked up and saw what I thought were leaflets falling down. Next thing a soldier came running out of the public house opposite the station and pulled my sister and I inside saying, "Quick, they are bombs!" and sure enough they were!
In our house we had a Morrison shelter in our front room. My Mother put a double mattress on the top, and another inside, and that is where all the family slept. During one air raid we were looking out of the front room window and I remember seeing tracer bullets going past our neighbours chimney. Of course, I didn't know what they were at the time, but I can still picture them in my mind.
Another memory is when an incendiary bomb dropped on a house behind ours. The next day I went to have a look where the house had once been and all I can think of is the smell - it was horrible and I can still recall that smell.
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