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- 26 September 2005
In May the Nazis turned their fury on Liverpool and for seven days and nights we watched from our side of the river as the city burned. One night Lewis’s store was hit and their big bedding department shed its contents of feathers all over the centre of Liverpool — they fell like snow! It was said that another night of blitz would have finished the city as all the auxiliary services and the army were exhausted.
This story was collected by Lis Edwards and was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the BBC Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Mrs Margaret James. The story has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
See more of Margeret's stories:
- 1) September 3rd 1939 — A definitive date in history, was a golden autumn day…
- 2) “The invasion has started!”
- 3) An incendiary bomb dropped down our bedroom chimney!
- 4) By then, Dad had perfected our air-raid shelter
- 5) It was shattered into a thousand pieces
- 7) The Wizard’s Den was one extraordinary exception
- 8) After the frantic years of the Blitz
- 9) Falling asleep in their food
- 10) It was bedlam!
- 11) Hardly Appropriate
- 12) Unsung Efforts
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